CHAPTER 59: MARSON COMPANY ANNIVERSARY

The banquet was held in the largest seven-star hotel in the City.

All attendees were either wealthy or noble.

Under Lucas’s perverse coercion, Beauty was forced to don a backless white dress.

The dress was tailor-made for her by Lucas’s personal designer.

Every time he did something for her, it astounded her to no end.

He had never acquired her measurements, but the dress he gave her was entirely form-fitting.

It fit just right on her.

The assistant up and down, assessed Beauty’s overall appearance, nearly popping her eyes out in surprise.

Sure enough, as the saying goes, ’A woman changes eighteen times as she grows up.’

For her, the tomboy who used to wear T-shirts had completely undergone a metamorphosis.

"Pin up half of her hair, and let the other half cover the shoulder blades on her back.

This kind of slightly hidden beauty is even more mysterious," the assistant commented with her chin propped up, addressing the makeup artist.

Her sharp eyes, like a knife, scrutinized Beauty as if she were a sculpture, awaiting the master’s carving.

"Perfect!

Mr. Lucas will be stunned when he sees you.

Who would have imagined that this girl has such a great figure?

Indeed, beauty requires sculpting and training."

After Beauty put on high heels of more than ten centimeters, admiration and astonishment were written on the assistant’s face.

She rubbed her hands together, brimming with excitement.

As Beauty stepped out of the dressing room, Lucas had his back to her until the sound of her high heels grew closer.

The faint scent of Chanel Chance perfume lingered in the air.

He couldn’t resist and took a deep breath. Turning around, his gaze fell lightly on Mary’s face and body.

With a faint smile, he rested his chin on one hand, then languidly commanded, "Give me a spin."

In that moment, she felt a vague illusion of being a beloved concubine from ancient times, and the man in front of her, dressed in a black tuxedo, with his dark hair flawlessly groomed, seemed like an all-powerful nobleman.

The long skirt swayed along with her body’s rotation, blooming proudly like a slow-opening flower under the warm light.

The flower stems and branches, pure as white jade, sway along with the opening flower.

It was as if the sound of the blooming flower could be heard.

Lucas watched her with a dazed fascination, his deep and misty eyes sparkling brilliantly.

He stared at her boneless soft figure, speechless for a long time.

"Is there a problem?"

Beauty noticed his silence, and the deep and unfathomable gaze aimed at her made her feel uneasy.

A pair of large hands clasped her slender wrist, his thin lips curling up into an elegant curve.

His cold voice fell on top of her head, "You will be the focus of the entire event today, because the man standing beside you is the most powerful man in the city."

Beauty was speechless.

Hearing the first part, she thought he would complement her.

Indeed, she felt different tonight than ever before, so she didn’t expect him to be praising himself.

However, she had to admit, no matter how plain she dressed today, as long as she stood next to this man, even just being held by his wrist, she would become the center of controversy.

The cobalt blue Rolls-Royce stopped at the hotel entrance, and the greeter immediately stepped forward with a beaming smile, bending over in a courteous 90-degree bow.

Lucas’s legs touched the ground, his perfectly straight and slender leg lines looked like a well-crafted masterpiece.

Neither too fat nor too thin, everything was just perfect.

Originally, everyone thought only Lucas was in the car.

When he bent over to hold Beauty’s hand, everyone was stunned.

Like when Beauty’s straight leg touched the ground, everyone gasped.

The entire banquet hall was filled with opulence.

Everyone was wearing a mask of hypocrisy, sly as foxes underneath.

Lucas walked in from outside the hall holding Beauty’s hand.

What was originally a short walk felt like an eternity to her, as if she had walked half of the world.

Until her palm was filled with cold sweat.

Standing next to this man indeed required courage.

As she faced the astonished gazes of the crowd, she felt a chill creep up her spine.

It felt as if countless sharp swords were about to pierce through her body.

"Hook onto my arm, act natural.

Do you always have such a death-devoted face when walking with me?"

The deep voice echoed in her ear, causing her to stiffen.

He was clearly looking straight ahead without squinting, how could he know her expression at this time!

She lightly bit her lip.

Her voice was as light as a duckweed floating on the water, "Standing with you, I feel like the whole world is staring at me.

If I can survive today, it would already be a great fortune."

In the eyes of everyone, this pair of distinguished figures were completely ignoring the gazes of everyone, whispering sweet nothing to each other while their heads were close.

The sight naturally drew envy.

"Who is the lady by CEO Lucas Marson’s side?

Has anyone seen her before?

Which family’s daughter is she, to be favored by CEO Marson?"

A woman dressed in a form-fitting black dress watched Beauty with a face full of jealousy.

Her cold gaze rested on her, as venomous as a tumor.

The tone of her voice was also sour.

The man next to her held a tall glass in his hand with indifference, shaking the bright red liquid inside.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Beauty’s collarbone and chest without even blinking.

"I’ve seen this lady before.

She is apparently the new spokesperson signed by Mr. Marson’s company, never would have imagined this girl having such impressive tactics!

However, there are way too many women who have accompanied Mr. Marson to banquets, none of them repeatedly, making one curious about how enchanting and capable this girl is!"

Amidst the awe and discussion of the crowd, Lucas walked Beauty across the red carpet where he nodded and smiled at everyone naturally.

"Wait here for me for a moment."

Lucas lowered his chin and said coldly into her ear.

There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Beauty just nodded awkwardly.

After all, she was just his companion for the day.

Whatever he asked her to do, she would do it without question.

She had no interest in other matters.

Hardly had she spoken, she felt a chill at her fingertips.

Lucas had already stood on the podium, his hand still emitting traces of warmth.

"Thank you all for attending our Marson’s Corporation’s anniversary celebration.

I am Lucas."

A few brief words, much like a bomb thrown into the water, stirring up waves.

Almost all the women present instinctively held their cheeks, like lionesses in heat.

Only Beauty was staring calmly at Lucas on the podium, who was exhibiting his natural aristocratic air and aloofness, looking down on everyone.

Every single word was a pearl, his quiet and cold eyes like an unfathomable deep pool, just one look, and one would feel they can never escape.

There was a buzz in her ears, all she could see was the lips of a certain someone on stage moving, followed by an uproar and applause from the audience.

For a moment, Beauty was stunned, as if she was watching a mime show.

Until he stepped down from the stage and approached her, indicating in a chilling, bone-piercing tone, "You will dance the first dance with me today."

The commanding tone didn’t allow her to refuse, and she couldn’t figure out how to do so.

Beauty took a deep breath and walked side by side with him to the center of the dance floor, where the spotlight cast an unreal fairy-tale feel on them.

Everyone made way for the two of them.

Lucas’s icy fingers were placed on her colored skin, and her entire body felt electrified.