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Once she reached her dressing room, she collapsed onto a chair and took a deep breath.
She would be lying if she said she hadn’t been nervous. Any mistake, no matter how small, would be blown out of proportion. Ivan trusted her so much and she didn’t want to let him down. She had to be perfect.
Luckily for her, everything had gone well.
Her dressing room door opened, and Ivan entered, absolutely beaming. He approached her excitedly and gave her a big hug. “Ciara, your performance was amazing! The bidding for the jewelry has exceeded our expectations. So far we’ve got the highest bid out of all the items, and it’s still rising as we speak!”
Ciara returned his smile. “That’s great! Your design is amazing. You deserve this.
Ivan walked over to the table, shaking his head with a smile. He poured out two glasses of wine and handed one to Ciara. “You get half the credit. I told you it takes the right person to bring out its charm. You were that right person.”
They clinked glasses, and she said with a wide smile, “Of course. The famous Ivan Russo has great taste.
His smile grew even bigger as he looked at her, full of admiration.
“I hope we’ll have another opportunity to work together in the future.” He checked his watch and asked her, “Would you like to come with me to the dinner party later?”
Ciara contemplated this for a while. “I’m afraid I can’t. I have something I have to deal with.”
Not wanting to pry, he simply said, “I understand. You do what you have to do.”
With that, he took the jewelry and left Ciara alone in the dressing room.
She sat on the sofa and waited. She finally left the room just as the male model show was about to finish.
The atmosphere was just as hot as in the female. model show. The audience was full of distinguished women..
After the last piece of jewelry had been displayed, the models began walking off the runway one at a time.
Lynch handed over the jewelry to a member of staff, removed his mask and went back to the lounge.
He stood by the elevator, fiddling with his cufflinks as he waited. A charming young woman walked toward him from the other end of the corridor.
Despite how far away she was, he recognized her immediately, She had been the most eye- catching model on the runway.
There was something unique about her he could tell, even though she wore a mask. It was impossible to take one’s eyes off her incredible figure.
As he stared, the elevator opened. He didn’t get in. Instead, as if drawn by some invisible force, he walked toward this mysterious woman.
Then he walked straight past her, his face looking straight ahead. He looked calm even though his heart was pounding fast.
A delicious scent filled his nostrils and something soft brushed over the back of his hand as he passed her. His skin prickled with goose bumps.
Lynch turned to look at her, and she returned his gaze, giving him a flirtatious smile before walking away.
A white room card fell from her hand and hit the floor.
Smiling, Lynch picked it up and ran after her. “Excuse me, miss, you dropped something.”
Ciara twirled around and her eyes met his again. They held eye contact for a lóng moment. She didn’t reach for the card.
Lynch was spellbound. Over all his years of working in the entertainment industry, seeing beautiful faces day in and day out, he had never seen eyes as striking as hers.
Now he grew curious to get to know about the owner of those eyes.
He swallowed hard. “Miss, is this your room card?” he asked, after she gave him no response.
Ciara chuckled. “Thank you, Mr. Bush.”
His eyebrows raised, he asked, “You know who I am?” He was unable to contain his joy.
Ciara nodded. “Of course. I’m a fan of yours.”
He couldn’t help but feel some satisfaction. He should’ve known. All women were superficial and they deserved to be treated like playthings.
He would be lying if he said he didn’t think this woman was beautiful. He felt himself being seduced by her.
Lynch forced these thoughts to the back of his mind. “We’ve only just met but I can tell you are the most dazzling woman tonight. You are certainly doing justice to that dress.
There was a hint of levity in his words. He scanned his eyes over her body, not bothering to hide his wondering gaze.
Ciara put her hand to her mouth. “Your praise means a lot to me. I’m so happy to hear you say that.”
Lynch smiled, holding up the room card that he was still holding. “So, tonight?”
Her response came as a smile.
Lynch’s heart skipped a beat. He reached out to remove her mask. He had to know what the rest of her face looked like.
Ciara’s expression changed as Lynch reached to touch her mask. “I didn’t expect you to be so rude,” she exclaimed as she shoved his hand away.
“Are you playing some sort of game with me?” Lynch laughed, but his eyes were full of anger. He gritted his teeth and was about to scold her right back. But before he could say anything more, she snatched the room card away from him and pressed a note into his hand.
“What’s this?” Lynch asked, looking down at his hand.
But when he raised his head again, she had already turned and left.
He opened the folded piece of paper. It had a phone number written on it.
His anger faded immediately. He watched the woman’s slender figure as she walked away and laughed to himself. It was the first time he had met such an intriguing woman.
“What’s your name?” Lynch called out after her.
Ciara stopped and turned. Her red lips parted as she uttered, “Flora Mitchell.”
“Flora…” Lynch repeated the name to himself. He couldn’t take his eyes off her back as she walked into the elevator.
As she left the elevator, Ciara glanced around to make sure she wasn’t being followed. She entered the restroom and began washing her hands thoroughly.
The thought of Lynch touching her made her sick to her stomach.
Urgh! She cursed at him under her breath as she scrubbed her hands clean.
She then removed her mask so she could wash her face. Just as she was about to lean over the sink, the restroom door crashed open. A man with a huge beer belly drunkenly stumbled in.