Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

---- Chapter 2292 Mikayla lifted the hem of her white dress and glanced at Ezekiel, who was surrounded by a crowd like the star of the night, her eyes shimmering with both hesitation and desire. Ezekiel's status was comparable to Holtrien's royal bloodline. No, it was even more intimidating than that. If one really had to compare, perhaps only the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince could rival Ezekiel's background, yet the Dragon Prince was already history. However, Ezekiel was still untouchably noble and right before her. Mikayla looked to the side and snapped her fingers.

A waiter hurried over with a tray. "Good evening, miss!" Mikayla picked up a glass of champagne and waved for him to leave. Getting close to Ezekiel now was impossible. At least dozens of people were blocking the way, fangirls shrieking his name, and Chetvine elites waiting for a chance to strike up a conversation. Forcing her way through would never work, and besides, that would only look cheap and undignified. Mikayla stepped on the hem of her gown with her heel. Then, she raised her glass and walked forward.

At once, she let out a ---- delicate cry as the motion tugged at her dress, sending the champagne flying from her hand. She toppled forward in a graceful fall, landing flat on the floor. However, her fall was perfectly calculated. Her low neckline was angled perfectly in Ezekiel's direction, revealing just enough to catch attention. At a high-society ball, nothing drew more stares than a beauty tumbling to the ground. And Mikayla was not just any beauty. In Chetvine, she was a household name. Instantly, dozens of eyes turned toward her with concern. "Oh no, it's Ms. Owens!

badly in the fall. Despite her apparent distress, her strong character shone

single moment earned her a wave of applause. Other young ladies would have cried and needed support, but Mikayla was different. She stood up on her own, full of grace. Ezekiel observed the entire performance, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. Nevertheless, he stepped forward quickly and approached Mikayla, saying, "Miss, please be careful." Mikayla smoothly placed her arm in Ezekiel's palm and looked up at him with pitiful eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Beckett." Ezekiel smiled charmingly. "It's

acting skills are absolutely flawless. I really have to hand it to you." While others could not see through the act, Isabelle knew exactly what was going on. Mikayla was an advanced-level martial saint, so there was