The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

The phone disconnected after his proclamation.

Sasha was in a state of shock. Yancy’s son? Solomon is Yancy’s son? Impossible!

Meanwhile, the ball was in full swing at the Empire State Tower. To accentuate the summit, the organizers had spared no expense in making the ball into an extravagant affair, including inviting various prominent stars and socialites to attend as guests.

The sound of mingling murmurs and clinking of champagne flutes filled the ballroom. Inhibition lowered under the effect of alcohol as several of Sebastian’s acquaintances were beginning to eye the socialites suggestively.

One of them nudged him. “Hayes, want to try your luck with any of the girls over there?”

The latter gave a perfunctory smile in response. “I’ll pass,” he said with an air of indifference.

Sensing his disinterest, the others left him alone and went to chat up the socialites.

There were two women in the ball who stood out among the rest. However, even the most brazen tycoons present were loath to hit on them.

was the heiress of the Benson family that

magnates had set their sights on the two women, but none of them had the guts to

gaze upon the crowd before

was browsing lazily on his phone, mile-long legs crossing over each other indolently. He seemed molded from a different cast as he appeared completely detached from the ball. However, the bored look on his face

heiress asked,

question and stepped forth. “Ms. Benson, he’s Mr. Sebastian Hayes, one of the top

of acknowledgement. Without further ado, she headed straight to

Millie Benson.” She smiled sweetly, extending a perfectly manicured hand at

that having the Benson heiress’ affection could

if she was invisible. It was a long moment later that he looked up, apparently finally realizing her presence. “You

sharp with disbelief. “Don’t you know

care,” he said tersely. His patience with this

to salvage the situation. “Mr. Hayes, Millie is the heiress

“And?”