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.

had wooden floors, and a faint crescent moon hung on the eaves of the

the wall as he crouched in the corner. The silver moonlight shone on his white mask, giving it a

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

silver-white hair

always disdained as someone born privileged and

several minutes, he extended a long, slender hand with distinctive knuckles and slowly took off the

face in the pure white moonlight, as if hoping it could cleanse the insecurities and

merely

could it be

face was already ruined, so hideous that he would startle himself

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

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 spine. Cheyenne was afraid of his

yet calm, as if she was looking at

face simply didn't match

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

What should he do?

up brought unwillingness and reluctance, but to move

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

the sound of

were two

this secluded attic with no one around, the

his focus, quickly putting on his mask and directing

of the failing, pressing his body against the wall, and

arrived at the spot

that they might continue further, sweat

woman's voice, seductive and proud, exuding the aura of

close eye

name lit

turned his head to

a clear view of the two