Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Sebastian Blackwood, What Kind of Man Are You!
Sebastian Blackwood’s typically stoic face softened considerably when facing Nina Shaw.
"Nina."
Nina Shaw, Julian Hawthorne, and Sebastian Blackwood grew up together.
Nina was the Shaw family’s princess, but she had a congenital heart condition, so she was coddled by the Shaw, Hawthorne, and Blackwood families like a treasure, which wasn’t an exaggeration.
Nina hugged Sebastian tightly, acting spoiled, "Brother Sebastian, only Julian came to pick me up when I returned to the country today. You didn’t even come."
Sebastian chuckled softly, unhooked her hands from his wrist, and sat down next to Julian, whispering, "Nina, having Julian pick you up alone is just as good."
Hearing this, Nina felt a bit uncomfortable inside.
She didn’t like Julian; she just wanted Brother Sebastian to pick her up!
*Knock Knock—*
At this moment, there was a knock at the door, and Ivy Kensington came chasing over.
"Sebastian Blackwood, what kind of man are you? If you have the guts, don’t run."
The door was pulled open, and Ivy was filled with anger, not even bothering with the formal ’Mr. Blackwood,’ directly calling his name.
Refusing to discuss Ronnie’s issues with her and now coming here to enjoy himself—what a tyrannical and brutish man!
Nina was taken aback. This woman... How dare she call Brother Sebastian by name?
"Who are you?"
Nina frowned and asked.
Ivy hadn’t expected to see a woman there; previously, there had never been women in his private room...
Strangely, a subtle feeling arose in Ivy’s heart, but she didn’t show it and said, "Hello, I’m just looking for Mr. Blackwood."
"Nina."
Sebastian’s low voice came with utter chill, "Close the door, I don’t know this woman."
He actually said he didn’t know her!
Ivy pursed her lips, thinking to herself that she might as well just storm in, but Nina had already closed the door.
Ivy: "..."
Just then, someone who looked like a manager rushed over and grabbed her hand, "Well, day one on the job and you’re already slacking off! Not dancing and coming to this high-end room for a better opportunity, hurry up and move out of here!"
"Wait, I’m not—"
Before Ivy could finish her words, the manager had already dragged her to the outside dance floor.
"If you work well, and dance your best, the pay will only go up, not down!"
The manager was almost at his wits’ end.
The original dancer had been rushed to the hospital with acute appendicitis, and tonight they hastily recruited someone else. They hadn’t expected this recruit to also disappear at a crucial moment. Fortunately, they found her now, or else they wouldn’t know what to do tonight!
"Hurry up, the music’s already started, how come no one’s on stage yet?"
The audience below was already urging them.
The manager didn’t bother saying more, barely gave Ivy a chance to change outfits, and pushed her directly onto the stage.
"Wow—"
As soon as Ivy got on stage, the audience began to scream loudly.
The atmosphere of the entire dance floor became lively.
It was Ivy’s first time being watched by so many people; she felt a bit uncomfortable, instinctively wanting to run, after all, she was just dragged into the wrong situation...
However, at this moment, another graceful figure jumped onto the stage.
It was Winnie Winslow.
Winnie smiled at Ivy, "What’re you afraid of? It’s just dancing. I’m with you."
Winnie, with her bright and fearless demeanor in every smile and action, inexplicably motivated Ivy.
When they were young, the Kensington Family had hired a dance instructor for Dahlia Kensington, and Ivy secretly followed along to learn. Later, the dance teacher discovered her and kept her secret while teaching her much more.
Although she hadn’t danced in many years, at this moment, memories from years ago surged in Ivy’s mind. Initially nervous, she gradually caught onto the rhythm of the music.
Winnie was even more relaxed than Ivy, having already shrugged off her jacket, left only wearing a tight tank top.
"Whoa, two stunning beauties. What a score tonight!"
The audience was in a frenzy, and the atmosphere of the dance floor reached its peak.
The sounds of celebration could even be heard in the private room.
Julian Hawthorne was the first to grow restless, lifting his legs to head out, "I really want to see who’s heating up the atmosphere so much tonight."
As he stepped out and caught sight of the women on the dance floor, his pupils contracted instantly.
Winnie Winslow!
It was actually this money-obsessed woman!