Chapter 98: Chapter 98

Luckily, at this moment, Betsy found Kevin and walked over, inviting him sweetly, "Kevin, it's been a while since we danced together. Let's have a dance tonight, shall we?" She reached out her hand towards Kevin.

Flora looked at this jealous woman and almost treated her as her savior. It was fortunate to have her tonight! She secretly looked at Kevin, hoping he wouldn't refuse this beautiful woman's invitation!

Kevin understood her thoughts and patted her shoulder slightly displeased, saying, "Wait for me here, don't wander off, got it?"

"Got it!" Flora nodded vigorously, afraid that he would change his mind and not leave.

Only then did Kevin feel at ease and led the clingy Betsy toward the center of the dance floor. Since the beautiful woman took the initiative to invite him, he couldn't refuse, otherwise he would appear unmanly!

"Only fools stay behind!" Flora sighed lightly as she watched their figures disappear. She turned around and weaved through the crowd like a fish, heading towards a hiding spot.

Flora decided to leave the garden, but where should she go? She couldn't just leave Kevin and leave on her own, right? Maybe she should find a lounge to rest for a while. She surveyed the enormous hotel and noticed that the lounges were usually on the first or second floor.

Deciding on the second-floor lounge, she walked briskly towards it. However, as she climbed the stairs, she suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her heels, accompanied by a sticky sensation. When she turned around to look, she realized her feet were already blistered from her high heels.

Not being accustomed to wearing high heels, she was in pain and walked step by step toward the second floor. She found a nearby lounge and pushed the door open, stumbling inside.

Without sensing the unusual atmosphere around her or even looking inside the lounge, she collapsed onto the sofa. Taking off her tormenting high heels, she gently wiped away the bloodstains on her heels with the tissues she had.

Then, she heard a woman's sigh. Flora suddenly looked up and, upon seeing the familiar figures before her eyes, screamed and jumped up from the sofa, staring dumbfoundedly at Chiyoko and... Maxwell who had appeared out of nowhere!

Oh my god! Just when she managed to avoid Henry and Kevin, she unexpectedly bumped into them again. Flora was on the verge of tears!

Inside the lounge, Maxwell was sitting slouched on the sofa, with one hand wrapped around Chiyoko, or rather, squeezing her slender waist. His other hand was casually swirling the transparent liquid in his tall glass. His cold, star-like eyes stared at Flora, who had intruded unexpectedly. The chilling aura emanating from him made Flora involuntarily gasp for breath and take a hesitant step back.

"Miss Flora, you've finally arrived..." Maxwell parted his sensuous lips and coldly uttered these words that sent shivers down Flora's spine.

Flora became startled as she stared at him. Had he been waiting for her all along? Why? Her gaze shifted and landed on Chiyoko, who was sweetly nestled in his embrace. They were so intimate!

Chiyoko, being held tightly by Maxwell, looked at Flora with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. She smiled sweetly and snuggled even closer into Maxwell's embrace. Her waist... it was probably turning red from his grip, but she was willing to endure it because she could happily nestle in his arms.

Feeling uneasy, Flora nervously chuckled, "Big Young Master, Miss Chiyoko, I'm sorry... I disturbed the two of you. I'll leave right away, I'm truly sorry!" With shaky footsteps, she began to slowly back away, step by step.

Maxwell abruptly released Chiyoko, stood up from the sofa, and took a few steps forward. He extended his long arm and circled Flora's fragile body in his embrace, making her unable to move.

Flora was taken aback and stared at him in fear, asking in a shocked voice, "Big Young Master, is there something wrong? Uh... Miss Chiyoko is watching, hah!" She glanced through his armpit and caught sight of Chiyoko, whose expression was no longer sweet.

Maxwell did not release her because of her words, nor did he consider Chiyoko's feelings at all. His mind was filled with images of her and Kevin kissing.

Lowering his head, he scrutinized her low-cut evening gown. At this moment, she was indeed beautiful and enticing to men. Her fair skin was exposed to the air, and her bloodstained feet squirmed uncomfortably on the carpet. She exuded a forlorn beauty that was unique to her, unlike any other woman.

"Can you walk?" Maxwell suddenly burst out with these words.

Flora was stunned and stared at him in confusion, asking, "What do you mean?"

Before she could recover from her astonishment, her entire body was lifted off the ground. Flora let out a low cry and stared at the ground at a distance from her, instinctively starting to struggle. She murmured, "Big Young Master! Maxwell! What are you doing?! Put me down, hey!"

Maxwell tightened his grip on her, not giving her a chance to break free. He walked briskly towards the entrance downstairs.

Chiyoko did not chase after them, as she knew it would be futile. Maxwell would not stop for her. She could only stay in place, tears streaming down her face. She had insisted on coming to tonight's banquet with Maxwell, and she had even used Mrs. Smith's connections, just like before. She had thought she could spend a complete evening with him, only to be disrupted by this woman!

Hatred grew like a malignant tumor in her heart, slowly spreading! Her resentful gaze followed the two figures until they disappeared into the corridor.

Flora struggled with all her might, but her hands tightly clung to his neck. She wanted to get down, but she feared she would tumble down the staircase. Helplessly, she slapped his shoulders and called out for him to release her.

Seeing he remained unmoved, she continued to shout, "My shoes, Maxwell! My shoes are still in the lounge!" Oh... Was he going to make her wander around barefoot and then go home barefoot?

"If you move again, I'll toss you down!" Maxwell threatened coldly.

The girl in his arms immediately quieted down and meekly allowed him to carry her toward the hotel entrance.

A car was already prepared, and Maxwell threw her into the back seat. After harshly shutting the car door, he walked around to the other side of the car, preparing to get into the driver's seat.

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed from inside the hotel, "Wait!"