She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 689: I Am Your Unattainable Daughter

Returning to the banquet hall, the lights in the dance floor have changed colors. Amidst the dazzling and colorful radiance, the shadows intertwine, creating a world of exquisite attire and elegance.

His gaze couldn't help but search for Cheyenne's figure in the hall. With deep and mysterious blue eyes, he searched for a long time but failed to catch sight of that familiar silhouette. The crowd was bustling, with a sea of black heads moving about, making it impossible to clearly see the person he was looking for.

His shoulder accidentally bumped into someone, causing the latter to cover her shoulder and emit a muffled gasp.

The woman wore wooden clogs that were over twenty centimeters high and a dark golden cherry blossom robe. Her face was adorned with traditional geisha makeup.

Her cherry-like lips were decorated with butterfly-shaped lipstick, and two small red dots were applied to her cheeks, perfectly balanced, exuding elegance and wealth.

Isn't she the oiran who led the dance in the hall just now?

Kelvin glanced at her indifferently, his face calm and expressionless, as he passed by and prepared to leave.

"Wait, sir."

A woman's voice sounded behind him, halting Kelvin in his tracks.

The man didn't turn his head, and in a cold, icy voice that cut through the noisy music, he asked, somewhat hoarsely, "What's the matter?"

The woman, wearing high wooden clogs, had her hands crossed in front of her, and a wide golden fabric belt hung in front of her, with delicate embroidery on it that revealed a subtle golden glow in the light. She walked up to Kelvin with a charming smile, raising an eyebrow at the corner of her eye, her seductive gaze lingering on his tall and imposing figure, a hint of intense curiosity flickering through. Her voice sounded alluringly, "Sir, this is my business card."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand, intending to lightly touch his shoulder. However, before her hand could reach Kelvin, she recoiled in fear from the cold, piercing gaze of the man.

"Don't touch me," he warned.

A chilling aura, as cold and untouchable as perennial snow on a high mountain, emanated from him, creating an aloof air that kept people at bay.

don't understand

such that even highly influential men had to make appointments a month in advance to meet her. Ordinary men would be

coldness. If this wasn't a lack of understanding

knowing what she was thinking. He coldly prepared to turn and leave

woman seductively twisted her waist, her red lips

deep-set eyes narrowed as he focused on the card

still bore the style of Jostrana prints, with two

the swallows, there was a

the card he held into a passing tray carried by a

turn,

never been relevant to

banquet

The host

of the Jostrana royal family, who also served as Jostrana's ambassador to and was a long-time

Sulae

Miller family, one of the eight wealthy conglomerates in Jostrana. Over the years, the Miller family has seen several generations pass, and it has

this renowned head of the Miller family appeared

the middle-aged man who had just thrown a seductive glance at her

still dressed in a pure black attire, with a unique buzz cut and two small braids tied

sword was attached to his waist, with intricate

gaze now focused directly on Cheyenne's face, and he

mother's acquaintance.

calm gaze, she replied to the man, "She

What a pity. Miss Edwards was a graceful and beautiful woman. I really

liked her. I am