The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 63

As a host, I arrived at the venue before anyone else to receive the guests, checking all the preparations in person. The fresh breeze of the sea, and the full moon shining brightly in the sky complimented the exquisite ambiance of the decorated cruise ship.

Echo specially instructed the workers about Orchids and Lily of the valley for the theme. And it got perfectly blended with the bright, illuminated venue.

“Good work!”

I murmured to myself, feeling pleased as I stared at the gorgeous deck filled with elegant flowers, overflowing champagne fountains, and grazing boards with the most delectable food: The place screaming luxury and abundance!

Wearing a pink topless evening gown, I became alert to see the guests and attended to my duties. Then I dealt with the media representatives especially invited to the party. I wanted them to publish front page articles for the news of my party.

The purpose of such gatherings was to form connections and discuss business deals with other companies. It would be beneficial for my firm’s progress in the future.

I was posing for pictures with Mr. Richard when Leo’s tall figure appeared before my sight, he was walking inside with his assistant.

As usual, he was dressed in an expensive black suit, looking like a prince, but an offended frown on his face puzzled me. I paused my activities for a moment and tried to solve that mystery, my sixth sense hinted that I was missing an important point.

But what was that?

Standing beside a free table, I glanced at the guests who were mingling with each other; there was nothing wrong with the party. Luckily, I didn’t need to wonder for long, as all my queries were responded to by sudden chaos on the cruise ship. A reporter alerted others.

“Mr. Bright is here!”

Shoot!

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group of journalists surrounding the six feet tall, charming man, his blue.

moon in the sky. That man came and

of the Lakon City!”

he has become a new darling of the media now. Everyone was striving their best to lick an exclusive picture with him for their magazine.

a little issue with it: Mr. Leo aka the ice hockey star…

stardom was the

an entirely different scenario. I grabbed a glass of

was ignored by Bright’s fans as he was the center of attraction in the match, then his interview after the match was a super hit. No one was interested in the six

Tsk, tsk!

on the cruise ship wasn’t different as well. He entered alone like a commoner, the flashlights

didn’t follow him.

the dynamics in the sports world. As I said before, stars were made and broken by the agencies overnight, Leo’s example was

fragile ego, shattering his self–confidence. He was sitting on the table like a lost kid in the carnival. Suddenly, the wine tasted sweeter than usual, rejuvenating my palate as I thoroughly enjoyed Bright’s, nope Leo’s exemplary welcome. My insides were dancing in excitement for further

party.

himself and directly approached me, the cute

intoxicating enough when he greeted me ith

hope I am not late, Laural“.

moment while standing up and

“Of course, not!

started after your arrival.”