Chapter 102 I Can Buy a Similar One for You
Seb walked onto the stage, shook hands with Willard and Helen, grabbed the mic, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I owe Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez an apology. I just took something precious from them."
After his words, he bowed deeply to Willard and Helen.
"I bought this brooch today to give to the person I love most. I hope we can be as happy and united as the Ramirezes, growing old together," Seb continued.
Many young women in the audience were jealous; Seb was a dream guy for many.
Susan glanced at Cynthia, who was listening to Seb with excitement and happiness in her eyes.
Susan thought, 'Seb must really love Cynthia. He’s not one to express himself easily, especially in public.'
Seb bowed to Willard and Helen again, saying, "Thanks for passing on your luck and happiness to me and my beloved!"
The audience applauded. Susan clapped politely.
The host, clutching his chest, laughed, "How romantic! Being loved by Mr. Anderson is a blessing. Now, I announce this brooch, symbolizing happiness, belongs to Mr. Anderson!"
Seb suddenly turned to Susan and said into the mic, "Can I take the person with me too?"
Susan was shocked, and the audience was stunned.
The host quickly joked, "If we could take people, wouldn't Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez be human traffickers?"
The audience burst into laughter.
Susan glared at Seb and tried to remove the brooch from her chest, but it was stuck. She got flustered and started sweating.
The host smoothed things over, "It seems this brooch, symbolizing happiness, doesn't want to leave this lady. Mr. Anderson might really have to take her home!"
The crowd laughed again, some taking it as a joke, others with changing expressions.
Cynthia glared at Susan, looking furious. George frowned.
Susan's face turned red. She kept trying to remove the brooch, almost tearing her clothes, but didn't want to damage the expensive piece.
Seb suddenly stepped forward, making Susan's heart race. His hands covered hers, and she quickly let go of the brooch. Seb's fingers brushed against the brooch and her clothes.
He was so close, his breath on her skin, making it hard for her to breathe. She was extremely nervous, especially with so many eyes on her.
Luckily, the host moved on to the next part of the party: dancing.
The lights dimmed, and a soft dance tune began to play. Guests paired up and started dancing.
Seb kept fiddling with the brooch, his fingers occasionally touching her skin, driving Susan crazy. Her heart was in turmoil.
"Are you done yet?" Susan asked, irritated.
Seb didn't answer, still working on the brooch.
"Why not get a pair of scissors?" she suggested impatiently.
Seb stayed silent. Frustrated, Susan stomped her foot. "Did you hear me?"
Just then, Cynthia and an anxious George hurried over.
"Seb, let me help you!" Cynthia, already fuming at seeing Seb and Susan so close, said.
Susan frowned as Cynthia approached.
At that moment, Seb finally removed the brooch. He calmly told Cynthia, "No need, it's off."
Susan quickly stepped back, putting distance between herself and Seb.
"Are you okay?" George asked.
"I'm fine, let's go," Susan replied, shaking her head. She glanced at Seb, then turned to leave.
George followed her.
Cynthia eyed the brooch in Seb's hand, but he pocketed it.
She frowned but, seeing the crowd, said nothing and smiled. "Seb, shall we dance?"
Seb nodded, and they moved to the dance floor.
"Susan, may I have this dance?" George asked, extending his hand.
Though Susan didn't want to dance, the dim lighting coerced her into it. She reluctantly placed her hand in George's.
With the soft lights and music, many were lost in the moment, but Susan kept glancing at Seb.
"You're not very focused," George noted.
"Sorry!" Susan apologized, trying to concentrate.
On the dance floor, Cynthia looked up at Seb and smiled. "Seb, that brooch is too expensive. I feel uneasy about you spending so much."
"I think it has special significance," Seb replied, his face serious.
Cynthia smiled. "It's too flashy to wear out!"
Seb glanced at her. "If you like, I can buy you a similar one."
"What do you mean? Isn't that brooch for me?" Cynthia asked, shocked and pale.
"I have my own plans for that brooch," Seb replied coldly.
Cynthia stopped, staring at him. "Is that brooch for Susan?" she asked sharply.
"That's just your assumption. I haven't decided who to give it to yet," Seb said, then left the dance floor.
"Seb," Cynthia called softly, quickly following him.
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