She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 687: Angel and Devil

Cheyenne's pupils contracted, staring motionlessly at the face beneath the man's mask, her red lips slightly parted, revealing her white teeth.

"Why...?"

The face before her was truly a coexistence of angel and devil. His left cheek was marked with pockmarks, crisscrossed with bulging veins that extended from the temple to the chin, resembling twisted branches spreading across half of his face, with a bluish tint, as ghastly as an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

As for the other half of his face, she didn't get a chance to see before the man promptly covered it with his hand. She faintly glimpsed a shaped nose bridge, leading down to his sexy lips, now tightly pursed into a straight line.

He hastily picked up the fallen white mask from the ground, without a moment to spare to say a word to Cheyenne, and dashed in a sorry state towards the main hall.

During his rushed departure, a small rubber band slipped from his hand.

Cheyenne stared at the tiny cherry-colored rubber band on the floor for a long time. Her almond-shaped eyes squinted as she crouched down to pick it up.

After careful examination, a wave of shock surged in her heart, as if a sudden storm had struck on a clear summer day, catching her off guard.

Wasn't this something Kate had given her?

Why would it be on this man?

Who is he, exactly?

Could he be the person from her dreams?

With these thoughts, as Cheyenne belatedly turned to look for the man's figure, he had already vanished into the crowded throng of people.

She scanned the room, only seeing a blend of vibrant dresses and men's suits in the ballroom.

The dance had begun.

It was time for her to return as well.

On the other side, Kelvin sprinted all the way to the end of the corridor on the second floor. Since there was no one there, the lights were not turned on either.

and a faint crescent

in the corner. The silver moonlight shone on his white mask,

fell from beneath the mask, landing softly on the wooden floor, creating a subtle

night breeze brushed through his hair, causing two strands of silver-white

always disdained as someone born privileged and

distinctive knuckles and slowly

in the pure white moonlight, as if hoping it

merely his

could it be washed

hideous that he would startle

He could confidently proclaim that he, step by step, had created the myth of the Foley family

saw his face just now, the shock and astonishment in her eyes, along with the tangled eyebrows, undoubtedly told

afraid

instant, his blood seemed to flow backward and a chill ran down his

as if

match

up. Even if she was afraid of him, he couldn't suppress his desire to get

What should he do?

give up brought unwillingness and reluctance, but to move forward led to

Kelvin was tormented, footsteps echoed from the stairs, making a "clatter clatter"

was the sound of wooden

sound, there were two people coming, one

this secluded attic with no one around, the sound seemed

his focus, quickly putting on his mask and directing his gaze towards the

might be discovered, Kelvin quietly slipped over the side of the failing, pressing his body against the wall, and his

the spot where he

further, sweat pouring down his forehead. But then, their footsteps

seductive and proud,

in Jostrana. This time, keep a close eye on

name lit

his head

clear view