She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 689

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.

"Sir, you truly don't understand romance," she remarked.

Her status and position were such that even highly influential men had to make appointments a month in advance to meet her. Ordinary men would be captivated by her seductive gaze.

Except for him!

He still treated her with such coldness. If this wasn't a lack of understanding of romance, then what was it?

Kelvin had no interest in knowing what she was thinking. He coldly prepared to turn and leave when he suddenly felt a card being slipped into his hand.

The woman seductively twisted her waist, her red lips slightly parted, and she walked away slowly.

In that instant, the lights dimmed. Behind his mask, his deep-set eyes narrowed as he focused on the card in his hand.

It still bore the style of Jostrana prints, with two black swallows flying amid blue waves.

Beside the swallows, there was a series of elegant characters-Linda Gilbert.

As the woman turned to leave, Kelvin unhesitatingly tossed the card he held into a passing tray carried by a bartender.

With a graceful turn, he walked away.