She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 118: Her Dance Partner

Chapter 118: Her Dance Partner

The three figures gradually disappeared into the distance, but their voices could still be faintly heard.

Looking from behind, the two silver figures were perfectly matched standing together. The man was tall and handsome, while the woman was beautiful and gentle.

Her smile never faded from her face as she spoke, her lips moist and red as she let out a laugh that was both refreshing and delightful.

As for Omari, he appeared to be frowning. However, his eyes were filled with laughter. He wasn't angry at Cheyenne for teasing him with his nickname.

And what about Master Iker? The man sat in his wheelchair with an icy demeanor, but those with a keen eye would notice that he was genuinely listening.

Occasionally he laughed along with Cheyenne too. His pure and relaxed smile softened his cold aura all around him.

He had emotions too; he would laugh like an ordinary person.

Tanner followed behind them, wearing a proud expression on his face like an old father figure watching over them all.

It had been three years since Master Iker was crippled. He rarely saw Master Iker smile, but since Miss Lawrence started treating him, she brought more smiles to his face.

Kelvin walked quietly behind them lost in thought while hiding the deep light in his eyes under long lashes. He never knew about any of Cheyenne's nicknames before now. Perhaps she had mentioned them to him as well, but he had never taken them to heart.

"Kelvin, what are you thinking?" Abbie turned around just in time to catch Kelvin looking dazed beside her which surprised her slightly because no matter what situation they were in; Abbie always remembered Kelvin being calm and collected without losing composure even once!

"Nothing."

"Well then, let's go say hello to Miss Davidson." Abbie reminded gently.

As one of the hosts of tonight's event, Kelvin should greet the President's daughter, while Abbie herself also wanted to meet her very much!

"Let's go."

The banquet officially began after some opening remarks from the host followed by thanking Emily and Hayden for attending tonight's event as important guests who would perform opening dance together later on stage!

Emily lived up to being the President's daughter, having received dance training since childhood; she placed her delicate hand onto Hayden's palm while silver skirt blossomed slowly around Hayden like snow lotus flower!

The two of them chose a rather elegant waltz, and Hayden followed her lead with ease and grace, displaying perfect coordination. As the music ended, applause erupted throughout the banquet hall as everyone praised this perfectly matched couple.

After Emily finished her dance, there was a slight blush on her face, and her fair chest rose and fell with each breath.

She looked over at Cheyenne sitting on the sofa and spoke in a clear voice, "Miss Lawrence, would you like to dance with me? I've heard that you're a famous figure in Akloit. Your dancing skills must be excellent. Sitting there seems like such a waste; why not let everyone see your talents?"

This was both an invitation and a challenge.

With Emily's performance just before hers, if she didn't do well herself, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Kelvin furrowed his brow slightly with concern. 'The Lawrence family has never spent money to train her for dancing. She's never learned anything, always skipping class or getting into fights but never seen dancing.'

He said in a low voice, "Miss Davidson, she doesn't know how to dance. Why don't I accompany you instead?"

Cheyenne gave Kelvin a sly, knowing look. 'It was ironic that he was trying to please the President's daughter bybelittling me. In Kelvin's eyes, am I nothing more than an ignorant fool?' Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"I'll join!"

Her sweet voice was soft but clearly audible throughout the room.

The woman held up a tall glass filled with red wine which swayed smoothly along with her slender hand movements.

Cheyenne approached in her high heels, and with each step, the slit in her dress revealed a pair of long, slender legs.

The cool, ethereal silver hue accentuated her alluring figure, and her gaze held a captivating allure that left onlookers mesmerized.

"Don't be ridiculous! You can't even dance! Don't embarrass yourself," Kelvin said sternly trying to persuade Cheyenne to back down from this challenge but unfortunately for him she only sneered at him while lazily opening up her cherry lips.

"Why don't we make it into competition then? Let's both dance together while letting surrounding guests judge us - whoever loses will donate ten million dollars. What do you think?"

Kelvin felt that Cheyenne had gone mad!

Where did she get so much money from?

Even if she had earned ten million from repairing the painting at the exhibition, that was all she had.

Ten million dollars meant nothing for these wealthy people but for Cheyenne...

For Emily though, what mattered most was face!

"What? Miss Davidson, are you afraid?" Cheyenne said, lifting the red wine glass in her hand. She tilted her neck back and drank it all in one go, with a dominant gesture. The light shone on her body, and her long and perfect swan-like neck was flawless as if carved from jade.

"Clang." The glass fell to the ground, and transparent glass shards scattered everywhere.

A drop of red wine slowly flowed out from the corner of Cheyenne's charming lips. In the next moment, she stuck out a pink tongue and licked the wine off her lips.

Kelvin's tall body stiffened at this familiar action. He remembered Cheyenne's coquettishness when she was drunk before. She was asking for trouble!

"Of course not, Miss Lawrence, I'm in. But do you prepare your ten million?" Emily said.

"Tanner," Iker's voice sounded. He raised his hand, pulled a check out of his pocket and wrote down a string of numbers. "Cheyenne is my partner; I will pay for this ten million."

The man's cold voice echoed throughout every corner; Master Iker actually spent so much money on his partner! Miss Lawrence really had charm!

"No need; I have my own money!" Cheyenne turned around and glared at him. It was her business even if she lost; she didn't want to involve others.

"I told you that you are my partner!" He coldly said while insisting that Tanner put down ten million on the table.

Emily felt jealous inside because when she was with Iker before, he acted like a closed book who could hardly exchanged more than a few words with herself! Why did he change so much around Cheyenne?

Taking a deep breath, Emily watched Cheyenne with mocking eyes. "Miss Lawrence, may I ask where your dance partner is? Master Iker's legs..."

"Who says Master Iker can't be my dance partner?" Cheyenne interrupted Emily coldly while walking up to stand in front of him, then extending her hand towards him. "Master Iker, can you dance with me?"

Iker had thought that Cheyenne would invite Omari but unexpectedly received an invitation instead.

But he...