Chapter 83 The Charismatic Dancer, Captivating His Soul
After greeting guests for a bit, Betty took Evelyn to her studio.
Betty and Evelyn were as close as sisters. Once alone, they chatted and laughed, creating a warm, joyful vibe.
Betty served Evelyn her best coffee and brought out desserts made by top pastry chefs, treats the guests downstairs couldn't even imagine.
Betty and Evelyn met six years ago.
Back then, Betty had a knack for fashion design and tons of inspiration, but her quick rise to fame made her a target.
She reluctantly joined a competition show designing clothes for celebrities, only to be humiliated by a famous actress and harshly criticized by so-called "respected" judges.
Then, the globally renowned fashion designer, Sharon, defended her online, calling out the show's ill intentions and exposing their narrow-mindedness.
Following Sharon's lead, other designers who had faced similar issues also spoke up, bringing attention to Betty and showcasing her talent as an emerging designer.
[Miss Anderson, your talent amazes me. Don't belittle yourself. Keep moving forward. Good luck!]
Sharon, like her name, a rose blooming in the desert, gave Betty a new hope.
Those who slandered her later apologized under public pressure and were almost ruined. The actress was also harshly criticized and exposed for numerous scandals, disappearing within a year.
"Evelyn, you're the genius designer, Sharon. Why don't you reveal your true identity?" Betty asked while refilling Evelyn's coffee.
"You've asked this many times."
Evelyn rubbed her temples, "I like working behind the scenes, not being in the spotlight. I don't want to disrupt my peaceful life."
"It's such a pity. If you revealed you were Sharon, Nicole would be scared and wouldn't dare to mock you."
Betty gritted her teeth, "Nicole dares to mock you just because she is Edward's fiancée. She's so arrogant!"
"What am I, and what is she?"
Evelyn sipped her coffee, completely at ease. "She doesn't deserve to know Sharon."
"But Evelyn, how did you get into a feud with her? Do you have any grievances? Want me to help you vent?"
Evelyn smiled faintly, "Forget it, she's the future wife of the Wellington Group's president."
"So what if she's the president's wife? I'm your guard dog. Whoever bites you, I'll bite them!" Betty bared her little white teeth, looking incredibly cute.
Evelyn felt a bit guilty.
Although Betty was very close to her, she didn't know Evelyn was the daughter of Charlie, the richest man in Hameen, or that she was the ex-wife of the Wellington Group's president, Edward.
Sometimes, Evelyn felt like she had a split personality.
She had many identities, and the people who knew these identities had no intersection, each with their own circles and brilliance.
It was quite magical.
"Evelyn, you promised me, right?" Betty held up a heart-shaped dessert, looking at her expectantly.
"Of course. But have you prepared a male dance partner for me? If he's not good or not handsome, I won't do it." Evelyn asked.
"I've prepared everything! You'll be satisfied!"
The little interlude didn't affect the party.
Edward stood there with a cold face, his suit outlining his charming muscles, attracting all the women's attention.
Nicole glared back at those eager eyes, like a mother dog protecting her food.
'If it weren't for finding Betty to design my wedding dress, I wouldn't have brought Edward to such an event!'
Edward ignored everyone, instinctively searching the room.
It was obvious who he was looking for.
"Ah! It's Betty!"
Nicole, seeing Betty reappear, nervously tugged at Edward's sleeve. "Edward, let's go talk to her. You're the president of the Wellington family. If you pressure her, she'll definitely agree to design my wedding dress!"
Edward frowned but eventually let Nicole drag him over.
"Ms. Anderson, we came here hoping you could design my wedding dress. I'm marrying Edward next month, and it'll be a grand wedding, even broadcast nationwide."
Nicole leaned sweetly against Edward, full of pride. "If the wedding dress you design appears on me, it'll attract national attention. Great publicity, right? Money's not an issue. Whatever demands you have, we can meet them! We're very sincere!"
"Money's not an issue? Ms. Adams, you really are marrying into a wealthy family, so generous."
Betty laughed, holding up a finger. "One hundred million dollars, and I'll consider it."
"What?! That's too expensive!" Nicole was dumbfounded.
"Didn't you say money's not an issue? Only one hundred million dollars scares the future president's wife?"
"Deal." Edward said expressionlessly.
"Edward." Nicole bit her lip, moved to tears.
"You can offer, but I can't accept." Betty's smile was cold enough to freeze.
Edward frowned, feeling played.
"Evelyn forgave you, but I can't. Ms. Adams, not only for your wedding, but you can also forget about borrowing Rozabela's haute couture in the future. I will never lend it to you."
With that, Betty snorted arrogantly and walked away.
Nicole was so angry she almost ground her teeth to pieces, her face showing a look of aggrieved victimhood. "Edward, did Evelyn say something to her, making her so hostile towards us? If she's unhappy, she can come at me. How can she use someone who doesn't know the truth as a pawn?"
Edward felt very agitated. "After the party, I'll talk to Lily and have her persuade Betty to make your wedding dress."
"Edward! You're so good. I knew you loved me the most!"
Just as Nicole was about to kiss Edward, the room suddenly erupted in cheers and enthusiastic shouts.
Then, the hall lights dimmed, a bright spotlight shining on the runway.
Modern and mysterious tango music began to play, and a handsome male dancer in a black shirt and black pants appeared.
The next second, Edward's breath hitched!
Evelyn, in a tight and sexy red dress, stepped into the spotlight with elegant dance moves.
"Oh my god! Is that the same woman from before? The contrast is too great!"
"So beautiful!"
"Although their movements are intimate, their superb dance skills make you feel no lust, only a high-class artistic atmosphere. It's simply amazing!"
Edward watched the dazzling Evelyn on stage, a storm brewing in his eyes.
'How could she dance the tango? Wasn't she tone-deaf and uncoordinated? How could she dress so revealingly in front of everyone? How could she let that man hold her waist?!'
Edward's eyes darkened with anger as he saw Evelyn's slender waist and alluring legs half-revealed under the red dress.
Tango was inherently a dance of subtle seduction.
Evelyn's expression was passionate and flamboyant, her fleeting glances full of provocation, playing hard to get with the male dancer.
The music reached its climax.
Evelyn entwined herself around the male dancer like a vine, her slender arms encircling his strong waist.
Her captivating eyes just happened to meet Edward's gaze below the stage.
Edward was thrown into turmoil by her invasive look, his face stern, but his Adam's apple moved restlessly.
He wanted to rush onto the stage, push the male dancer away, and wrap her up in his suit!
'Even I, as her husband, had never been so close to my wife. How could any other man be allowed?!'
