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Chapter 1860 An Invite to Dance
Elisa shot him a once-over and remained silent, continuing to stride forward.
Besides Paul and Rochelle, everyone else had already arrived.
The central island appeared more spacious than anticipated, and Elisa had secured the entire area.
They set sail around six in the evening, then indulged in some fun for half an hour or so. After that,
Elisa took charge, leading the group to the restaurant.
The restaurant had been transformed into a self-service dance party setup. Various foods adorned both
sides – cooked dishes, sashimi, fruits, and seafood – all incredibly fresh. In the heart of it, all was the
dance floor.
"Can I help you?" Her tone was cold, her demeanor distant.
Not far away, Gareth, holding a glass of red wine in hand, had been discreetly watching Elisa. Sensing
something amiss, he took a step toward her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith a touch of shyness, the man spoke, "Ms. Benett, I'm from the Finance Department. While we
might not have interacted much, I've quietly followed your endeavors. By the way, I was also there at
the bid award event. I know our victory this time owes a lot to your exceptional contributions. I hold you
in high regard and would be honored to propose a toast in your name."
He raised his glass, anticipating Elisa's reaction.
It would be impolite to reject a friendly gesture, especially when the man hadn't crossed any
boundaries. Elisa conceded, lifting her glass and lightly clinking it against his.
She took a small sip of the wine and refrained from taking more.
The ensemble of red wine, red lips, and Elisa's gown, with its daring back and subtle slit, commanded
attention.
Elisa raised an eyebrow as the man continued to stand there.
"Yes? Is there anything else you need?"
After hesitating, he mustered his courage and said, "Ms. Benett, I couldn't help but notice you've been
sitting here alone. I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of sharing this opening dance with me."
Elisa was taken aback.
This was the first time a subordinate had invited her to dance. She looked around at the curious
onlookers, many directing their attention toward them. Those eyes seemed to weigh heavily on the
young man.
While she hadn't initially planned on dancing, she didn't want to spoil the atmosphere either.
After briefly contemplating, she was about to extend her hand toward the young man when a more
prominent hand intercepted her.
She looked up, and the young man turned to see Gareth, whose gaze was intense and expression
somewhat cold.
"Didn't we understand that you'd be dancing exclusively with me and no one else?"
Gareth's voice carried a frosty edge, his tone sharp.
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He didn't spare a glance for the young man, yet his demeanor emanated an undeniable air of
dominance.
The young man swallowed hard but stood his ground. He murmured, "Excuse me, Ms. Benett has
already agreed to dance with me. You might need to wait for your turn, sir."
Gareth cast him a scornful look, projecting an aura of unwavering superiority.
Despite this, the young man stood his ground.
Elisa's inner sigh was palpable as she massaged her temples. She was concerned the young man
might become so overwhelmed that he'd faint. She then gave the young man an apologetic nod and
politely declined his request.
Swiftly, she took Gareth's hand and led him toward the center of the dance floor. People around them,
both men and women, instinctively cleared a path, encircling them.
Under the spotlight's beam, they occupied the focal point.
An ineffable sentiment seemed to fill the air.
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