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In the banquet hall, Faisal was searching everywhere for Ieyako. In just a moment, she had disappeared with Mina. Where could she have gone? If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have brought her here tonight.
Rafas was the president of Monica, and of course, he was the main character tonight. In addition to many industry insiders, numerous news media were present for Monica's five-year anniversary celebration.
In fact, there wasn't much to report about such events; they often turned into a hotbed for gossip. Many reporters and tabloids loved to dig for news at occasions like this or to interview some celebrities. Tonight was the perfect opportunity for that.
The banquet hall was filled with well-known figures, including presidents and directors from various groups, as well as some noble ladies. Certain minor stars also appeared with their sponsors at tonight's event, but when faced with reporters' questions, they merely smiled and ignored them.
At eight o'clock sharp, Mike found Rafas in the crowd and whispered a few words in his ear. The event was about to begin. First, the host took the stage to warm up the atmosphere, gathering everyone's attention on the approximately one-meter-high stage. Of course, an anniversary celebration wouldn't be complete without congratulatory speeches. After the host completed a series of formalities, it was time for Monica's spokesperson to deliver a speech.
Rafas stepped onto the stage and walked to the center, looking down at everyone below. Countless ladies were watching this handsome and aloof golden bachelor with bright eyes. Although half of his face was rumored to be disfigured, they had never seen his injured face; even with half of it covered by a Silver Mask, they were still captivated by him.
At the same time, Wushuang received Mike's notification that she had left the dressing room and was making final preparations backstage. Listening to the magnetic voice coming from the front of the stage, Wushuang knew it was Lefas giving his speech. The thought of his name and his face made her both nervous and afraid.
She was nervous because it was her first time dancing in front of so many people tonight; she was afraid that his reaction upon seeing her would be negative. She knew he didn't like seeing her in such clothes, especially in front of so many people.
"Thank you for your speech, Mr. Lei," the host's voice suddenly rang out from the front of the stage. Rafas's speech had ended; now it was her turn to make an appearance. What should she do? She felt so nervous!
Mike safely brought Yan Wushuang to the top of the stage from backstage. According to their plan, she would slowly descend while holding onto a red ribbon. With Mina no longer by her side, she felt incredibly anxious and scared!
Seeing her trembling body, Mike remained calm and handed her the red ribbon, saying, "Miss Wushuang, if you can't do this, I will immediately arrange for another program to take over!"
Wushuang looked at Mike's steady expression. She had worked so hard for this moment tonight; she absolutely could not give up. Closing her eyes to take a deep breath, when she opened them again, she looked firmly at Mike and said, "I can do it!"
Great! With her words of assurance, Mike felt relieved enough to signal backstage. As soon as Rafas stepped off the stage, all the lights in the hall went out simultaneously, plunging the banquet hall into darkness.
Faisal had just caught sight of Ieyako when everything went black before him, instantly conjuring an ominous scene in his mind. Was there an ambush tonight?
After all lights went out and before anyone in the banquet hall could react with shouts, a warm yellow spotlight illuminated the center of the stage as a red silk fell down. Everyone watching from below was confused about what was happening; they all widened their eyes at the unfolding scene on stage.
Rafas also had no idea what was going on; Mike hadn't informed him about this segment. However, his instincts told him this wasn't an enemy ambush—so what could it be?
Classical and enchanting music began to play as delicate pink petals floated down from above the stage. Everyone brightened their eyes as they watched and waited...
Under everyone's gaze, a graceful woman, her hands entwined with red silk, slowly descended from above the stage. She wore a flowing white gown with wide sleeves, her long straight hair simply styled, with a strand cascading down her back.
Her bright eyes were clear and sparkling like stars, with elegantly arched Willow Brows and long eyelashes that fluttered lightly. Her thin lips resembled delicate rose petals, exuding a fragrant breath; her refined nose and slightly blushed cheeks complemented her beautiful oval face. Her skin was as flawless as frost or snow, and her slender figure resembled a celestial fairy or the goddess of the Luo River emerging from the water.
Her appearance took everyone's breath away; it was the first time they had seen such a heavenly beauty.
The audience was shrouded in darkness, with only a warm spotlight illuminating the stage. Yan Wushuang could not see where Rafas was positioned. Once her toes touched the ground, she swept her gaze across the audience before gracefully beginning to dance to the rhythm of the music.
Her light steps resembled a swallow settling in its nest, while her swift movements were like a startled magpie taking flight. Her beautiful dance was both gentle and enchanting, and her agile body moved lightly like the wind.
Her grace was unparalleled, and her demeanor was pure and serene. She showcased her inner spirit through her elegant appearance and conduct, lost in deep thoughts far beyond reach. Her aspirations soared like high mountains, while her intentions flowed like water in a dance full of emotion.
As dim lights flickered on in the audience, Rafas's intense gaze fixed on the ethereal woman dancing on stage. Why was she here tonight? He glanced at the group of reporters surrounding the stage; they had captured every stunning moment of her appearance since she stepped into view.
Looking around at the so-called elite present, he noticed their eager eyes fixated on her. Damn it... who brought her here tonight? And that dress she wore—so beautifully stunning—was she trying to drive him crazy?
Dressed in a light-colored robe with dark hair flowing like ink and holding an elegant fan, she appeared like an ethereal spirit emerging from a dream. The spring moon hung high above like a mirror in the palace; at times she raised her wrist and lowered her brow, while at other times she gracefully extended her hands as if painting with a brush. Her sleeves danced elegantly in the wind as soft music played in her ears; her long sleeves moved like an artist's brush, turning, waving, opening, closing, twisting, swirling—like flowing water or clouds drifting by.
Her light steps resembled those of an immortal walking on water; it felt as if she were flying or strolling leisurely. Every subtle movement maintained perfect poise; her hands and eyes synchronized beautifully. The delicate fabric of her robe fluttered in the breeze as her long sleeves swayed gracefully. Accompanied by the final notes of music, the flowing gauzy sleeves danced around her, concluding tonight's performance.
The entire venue fell silent as everyone awaited more surprises. Yan Wushuang retracted her sleeves and stood at center stage as the lights brightened once more. Wushuang squinted at the sudden brightness and instinctively took a small step back.
Rafas stood three meters away from her. She caught his gaze but wondered why there was no joy or amazement in his eyes—only anger?
Reporters eagerly pressed their shutters, focusing on the breathtaking woman on stage. Sharp-eyed journalists recognized her as the mysterious woman who had recently been photographed entering and exiting restaurants with Rafas. They had been trying to uncover her identity for some time; little did they know she would appear here tonight in such a remarkable way that left everyone astonished.
Wushuang felt flustered as she looked down at Rafas; she hadn't anticipated being surrounded by reporters. It was her first time being in the spotlight, and facing so many flashing cameras made her anxious.
Mina had been watching her entire performance from below the stage. As reporters suddenly surrounded Wushuang, Mina rushed to join her but noticed a tall figure had already stepped forward to protect Wushuang from harm.
"Lefas..." Yan Wushuang looked up timidly at his stern face as he held her close.
Rafas glared at her with displeasure before directing all his attention to the group of reporters in front of the stage. The reporters, seizing the rare opportunity, captured the scene where Rafas appeared unhappy while holding the woman in his arms. The woman, somewhat flustered, shrank into his embrace as the flashes from cameras continuously illuminated them, making them the center of attention.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Mike immediately instructed his bodyguards to rush forward and escort Rafas and Wushuang off the stage, temporarily returning to the dressing room. A group of reporters attempted to follow them inside but were blocked by the bodyguards.
The banquet hall suddenly became chaotic. Faisal observed the situation and feared that the tabloids would not easily let go of this big news. He tightly grasped Yezi's wrist, thinking it best for them to leave immediately to avoid unnecessary trouble.
In a corner of the venue, Charlie had been captivated by the entire dance performance. He had already been drawn to that woman's beauty during their time at the restaurant, and seeing her ethereal dance today completely captured his heart; she was simply too beautiful.
Yan Wushuang had been taken away by Rafas, but the shock she brought to everyone tonight would not settle down quickly. People were discussing her, saying she was like a celestial being descended to earth, and so on.
In the backstage dressing room, Rafas locked the door and glared at the woman in front of him. Wushuang could see his angry expression and knew she had failed this time.
She lowered her head, not daring to look at him. As he approached her, she fearfully backed away, thinking about how she was still wearing this outfit. She turned to run into the changing room to change out of this outfit he disliked.
"Stop! Are you getting bolder? Where do you think you're going?" Rafas shouted angrily, his sharp eyes never leaving her.
"I-I just want to change my clothes," Wushuang said softly. She knew she had done something wrong and angered him; she couldn't face him directly and could only turn her back to him, answering timidly.
Rafas walked behind her and turned her body to face him. Wushuang hadn’t realized what was happening until she felt a chill in front of her; Rafas easily tore away the light fabric of her dress, which dramatically fell at her feet. Reflexively, she raised her hands to cover herself but was already seen through by him. He pulled her tightly against himself.
Yan Wushuang breathed nervously in his embrace, not daring to move an inch. The faint scent of Ancient Dragon Fragrance wafted into her nose; it was still familiar and pleasant. However, he seemed very angry at that moment, making Yan Wushuang wary that he might lock her away in a dark little room again out of anger.
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