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.

truly don't

had to make appointments a month in advance to meet her. Ordinary men would

coldness. If this wasn't a lack of understanding of romance, then

thinking. He coldly prepared to turn and leave

seductively twisted her waist, her red lips slightly parted, and she walked

dimmed. Behind his mask, his deep-set eyes narrowed as he focused on the

the style of Jostrana prints, with two

was a series of elegant characters-Linda

the card he held into a passing tray carried by a

a graceful turn, he

was had never

banquet

begun. The

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

Sulae

this was a formal event organized by the government, the main sponsor was none other than the Miller family, one of the eight wealthy conglomerates in Jostrana. Over the years, the Miller family has

the

man who had just thrown a

was still dressed in a pure black attire, with a unique buzz cut and two small braids tied at the back of his head with

to his waist, with intricate engravings on the

face, and he suddenly spoke words that

mother's acquaintance.

but quickly regained her composure. With a calm gaze, she replied to

a graceful and beautiful woman. I really liked her and pursued her

liked her. I am a daughter