She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 684: The Person Who Can Accompany Her Isn't Me

Outside, the weather was bitterly cold, but inside the venue, various scents of perfume mixed with the fragrance of flowers, alcohol, and food. It was an overwhelming aroma.

This was Jostrana's top-tier hotel, not only exuding a Western sense of luxury and grandeur in its decoration but also incorporating some elements of the local culture.

The refracted light from the crystal chandeliers fell upon the paintings on the walls, showcasing the well-endowed figure of a maidservant.

In the midst of a melodious and captivating music, geishas dressed in robes and adorned with heavy makeup were gracefully performing geisha dances in the center of the hall.

Their figures were graceful, their eyes seductive, and the opening and closing of their fans created a mysterious beauty reminiscent of concealing a lute behind a partially veiled face, captivating the onlookers' attention.

"Great!"

"One more!"

Applause echoed throughout the hall, and some people even took off their own gemstone rings or wrote checks on the spot, throwing them at the geisha girls in the middle of the stage.

It was a way to reward their dance performances.

"Splash..."

A silver light suddenly flashed from the crowd and passed through Cheyenne's clear and translucent eyes.

Until that object dropped into the fountain in the center of the hall, the light reflected off it, creating a green, dripping radiance.

The clear water shimmered with exquisite glimmers, and Cheyenne also saw what that object was.

It was a ring!

clear water-like glow under the lights, resembling a green lotus blooming at the

and

material to the craftsmanship, this ring would cost at

be so generous to

towards the crowd, she saw the middle-aged man sitting at the

of navy blue. His collar and sleeves were adorned with golden embroidered patterns, symbolizing

tall and slender figure, he had a sword approximately fifty centimeters long fastened

undeniably aggressive, and as Cheyenne scrutinized him, his alertness caught her attention as well. His face, weathered by time, was filled with deep wrinkles. Despite this, one could still vaguely see the handsome appearance he had in his youth

looked into his eyes, she suddenly became somewhat distracted. At the same time, the man picked up the glass in front of him, raised it towards her from a distance, and gave a faint smile. He then tilted his head back and downed the drink in

if she hadn't seen anything, and withdrew her gaze. Little did she know that while she was observing the man, not far away, someone else was watching her with

attire. His white mask covered his face; other than the perfect and slender chin

with him, he acted as if

time, half of the

a swift motion, she snatched the sake jug from him, leaned in close to the masked man, and whispered softly into his ear. "Sir, please calm down. Miss Lawrence is still... a

Calm down?

Upon hearing these words,

mask,

cold

table, the veins on the back of his hand bulging,

could he

to protect her, and what he got in return was seeing her with another man. If he had known earlier, he might as well have died in the fire, sparing himself from witnessing her

his anger to the utmost, could no longer hold back the fury in his heart. He stood up from the ground with a cold

completely engulfed the "beauty" in

eyes,

We've endured for so long, what does a few more

know." His hoarse voice rang out with a bitter