She Became Rich After Divorce

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.

Who she was had never been relevant to him.

This international banquet had only

just begun. The host was a

secondary member of the Jostrana royal family, who also served as Jostrana's ambassador to and was a long-time friend of Yvonne.

Sulae

Although this was a formal event organized by the government, the main sponsor was none other than the Miller family, one of the eight wealthy conglomerates in Jostrana. Over the years, the Miller family has seen several generations pass, and it has now reached the 37th generation, represented by Rohan Miller.

Soon, this renowned head of the Miller family appeared before Cheyenne.

It was the middle-aged man who had just thrown a seductive glance at her earlier, exuding an air of elegance.

He was still dressed in a pure black attire, with a unique buzz cut and two small braids tied at the back of his head with red silk threads.

A golden sword was attached to his waist, with intricate engravings on the hilt.

Rohan's gaze now focused directly on Cheyenne's face, and he suddenly spoke words that left Cheyenne slightly stunned.

"I am your mother's acquaintance. How is she doing now?"

Cheyenne widened her eyes but quickly regained her composure. With a calm gaze, she replied to the man, "She passed away a long time ago."

"I see. What a pity. Miss Edwards was a graceful and beautiful woman. I really liked her and pursued her for a while."

"It doesn't matter if you liked her. I am a daughter you will never have!"

Although she still didn't know who her biological father was, Cheyenne was certain that it wasn't the man standing before her. So, it was fitting for her to respond with that O statement.

As soon as she spoke, people around them were shocked and turned to look.

"Cheyenne, you..."

Yvonne was astonished.

The surrounding media personnel were also astonished because Cheyenne appeared to be a young girl of eighteen, and yet she dared to speak such "disrespectful" words to Rohan.

Rohan himself hadn't expected to be challenged by a young girl.

However, he quickly snapped out of his shock, touched the stubble on his upper lip, and grinned.

"You have some guts!"

Rohan, in fact, had many children.

He had been married three times in his life and had a total of five sons and three daughters from those marriages, the illegitimate children outside not included. However, in his presence, they all showed utmost respect and wouldn't even dare to speak without lowering their heads.

Only one person was an exception.

And Cheyenne was the second exception.

"Hmm."

The cool and aloof demeanor of the young girl made her appear unapproachable, yet it also made people unable to get angry at her.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Perhaps it was because she was simply too stunning in appearance.