Chapter 11 You are not qualified to dance with me

Lyra listened to the melodious music playing on the dance floor while savoring the chocolate mousse prepared by a Michelin accredited chef from France on the dining table.

Suddenly, a man's large, generous hand intruded into her line of sight.

"Miss, would you honor me with a dance?" he asked.

She lifted her head and followed the hand upwards, only to see Melvin's familiar cold and stern face, instantly dampening her appetite.

Their eyes met.

Melvin's heart skipped a beat as he closely observed Lyra's face for the first time. He realized that every feature of hers was perfectly proportioned, and her flawless fair skin made her radiantly beautiful.

Indeed, his ex-wife was incredibly stunning.

Especially her eyes, like a sky full of stars, clear, determined, and tinged with stubbornness.

Melvin found himself unconsciously captivated.

Those eyes gave him a sense of familiarity.

Lost in his thoughts, Melvin saw Lyra suddenly wear a sarcastic smile, her eyes filled with indifference and disdain. "I'm sorry, Mr. Freeman, but you're not qualified to dance with me."

The bystanders who accidentally overheard were dumbfounded!

Wasn’t this woman too arrogant?

Did she just say that Mr. Freeman, one of Frayton's most prominent figures, wasn't qualified?

Melvin's face quickly turned cold, and any sense of familiarity he had vanished with those words of being "not qualified."

He maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, still holding his hand in a polite gesture, and replied with a forced smile, "It's just a dance. Miss Carroll, are you afraid?"

Lyra's eyes also grew cold in an instant. Was he going to persist in annoying her?

Why was this man so despicable? Couldn't he understand she just didn’t want to dance with him?

Their gazes met once again, with a hint of tension in the air.

Seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense, Keith stood up with a smile.

"Lyra is my dance partner tonight. Mr. Freeman, why would you try to snatch her away?" he said.

He pushed Melvin's hand off with an annoyed expression and glanced sideways. "Mr. Freeman, you should invite your own partner. Don't make your beloved companion jealous."

Melvin remained standing, unmoving.

Lyra felt irritated, whispered something to Keith, and left the main banquet hall to relax in the hotel garden.

Melvin had intended to follow her but was pulled by Keith, engaging in conversation with several CEOs, unable to break free.

...

Sitting at a table nearby, Charlotte and Sheila couldn't hear what was being said, but they witnessed the "affectionate" eye contact between the two.

Sheila glared resentfully at Lyra's retreating figure. "That bitch! Even after the divorce, she's still hanging around my brother!"

Charlotte, on the other hand, was teary-eyed with a sense of grievance. "Lyra... Maybe she really loves Melvin. If, after these three years, Melvin has had some feelings for Lyra too, then... I'm willing to step aside and let them be together."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

Upon hearing Charlotte's intention to give up her brother, Sheila panicked.

"No, Charlotte! How could you step aside? In my eyes, you're already my sister-in-law. That bitch! I hate her! As long as I'm here, she'll never be worthy of entering the Freeman family!"

Charlotte didn't stop crying but looked even more pitiful and helpless.

" Sheila, what can I do...?"

Sheila, frustrated with Charlotte's innocence, gave her a piercing look, then shifted her gaze towards the direction Lyra had left, pondering for a while before an idea struck her.

"Charlotte, leave this matter to me. I'll make sure that this bitch's reputation will crumble, and she'll have no chance to compete with you!"

"Sheila, what do you plan to do?"

Sheila leaned closer to her ear and whispered a few words.

Charlotte's eyes reflected innocence. "Is that... really possible?"

"You just wait and watch the show!"

With an evil smile on her face, Sheila got up and headed towards the garden.

Once she left, Charlotte's face transformed, and a trace of satisfaction flickered in her eyes.

Sheila, that fool, was really easy to manipulate. Just a couple of words were enough to ensnare her.

Hope she wouldn't disappoint me!