Chapter 919:
Dylan consented! The attendees were left gaping, and within an instant, the room erupted in astonished chatter. Every gaze widened in disbelief, and a few even suspected their ears had deceived them.
“Did I hear that right? Dylan agreed? Isn’t he notorious for avoiding contact with people?”
“Exactly! I remember anyone attempting to get close to him was swiftly shown the door.”
“This is history in the making! Dylan actually agreed to dance—this lady must be extraordinary! But who exactly did he agree to dance with?”
The crowd murmured feverishly, voices overlapping in low speculation.
It took Brendon and his companions a moment to recover from their shock.
“No way… That’s not possible! How could Dylan consent to dance with either of them? If I had known he’d agree, I’d have asked first!” Katie stamped her heel against the floor in irritation.
Katie couldn’t accept it. Dylan held such prestige, yet fortune had landed on one of those two women. Christina and Lorraine both ranked high on her list of dislikes, and the notion that either of them could secure such an exclusive chance to waltz with Dylan gnawed at her. The first lady Dylan danced with, even if others followed, would always be remembered as having struck gold.
Yolanda burned with silent jealousy, masking it under a fragile poise while curling into Brendon’s arm with practiced affection. “Mr. Scott must be planning to dance with only one person. Perhaps it’s Christina,” she whispered. Katie wished neither Christina nor Lorraine would be the pick, biting back her bitterness in silence.
“She’s divorced, so she’s hardly qualified to dance with Mr. Scott. My guess is the woman next to her,” Brendon remarked coolly, unable to pinpoint the source of his envy.
Ever since Christina had walked away from him, her existence had only seemed to climb higher, attracting prominent suitors. Was it possible for a divorcee like her to…
𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Capture Dylan’s attention? Impossible! Dylan would never take Christina onto the floor.
Brendon’s stare locked onto Christina, his grip on the wine glass tightening until the skin across his knuckles blanched.
The crowd’s expressions were a blend of longing, malice, and covetousness. Several high-society women shared Katie’s sentiment. They imagined Dylan had shifted his preferences, now seeking female company, which allowed those two daring women to claim their moment.
Convinced that Dylan had agreed to dance with her, Lorraine felt a rush of elation, nearly breaking into an unrestrained grin beneath the silver mask. If she secured Dylan’s interest, what weight would Robin carry? In heritage, looks, physique, and business acumen, Dylan was unmatched.
Lorraine let her mind drift to her imaginary future life. With Dylan enchanted by her, she wouldn’t need to tolerate Kurt’s disapproval or pursue the aloof Robin. She could crush anyone who dared treat her with disdain, as if grinding a crawling insect beneath her heel.
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