Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Suddenly, all eyes focused on the entrance. Could this be someone significant?

Avery Jane glanced toward the entrance following the crowd’s gaze, and her heart suddenly sank.

Was it really that man? Joshua Hughes?

Avery Jane had always thought that men like him wouldn’t enjoy attending such lively banquets, yet he came anyway.

Evelyn Yates was holding onto his arm, wearing a long white dress, adorned with jewels that didn’t quite match the dress but were luxurious enough.

In a meticulously tailored black suit, his excessively handsome features were deeply captivating, like they were carved from a chisel. His cold and solemn aura exuded unparalleled elegance, with seductive eyes and a thin, enticing smile that seemed to compel women to kiss him.

Just by standing there, he became the center of attention, like a crane among chickens.

His eyes, dark as ink, had a mysterious, night-like depth that made one’s heart race.

Avery Jane’s heart thumped heavily. She told herself not to be afraid, it was just normal work, but she was nervously starting to sweat.

This man was always impossible to read, she never knew what he wanted to do next. Fortunately, they were far apart.

This event attracted elites from various fields, top billionaires, and distinguished figures from the business and political worlds—an important occasion for expanding connections and forging relationships. Unmarried socialites decked themselves out to find a good husband in such crowds, and naturally, Joshua Hughes became the target of many women.

However, Joshua Hughes seemed indifferent to these admiring glances. He found the person he was looking for and strode over.

Joshua Hughes playfully punched Alexander King: ”This guy, drunk in a crowd of beauties, couldn’t even stand up anymore? After tonight, I have some after-party activities.”

In his life, those who could be called brothers were few, like his loyal bodyguard who died for him, and Alexander King.

”Tonight, I’ve set my sights on someone, but it seems she’s already taken, pity.” Alexander King flashed a perfectly white smile, laughing wantonly.

Everyone thought Alexander King to be the most playful playboy, but only Joshua Hughes knew how calculative, meticulous, and strategic he truly was.

Such a person, whether friend or foe, was worthy of celebration, but they were more than friends; they were brothers.

”That’s truly a rare sight.” Alexander King murmured, reminiscing about the girl who almost bumped into him.

Like a budding white lily touched by dew, fresh and elegant, yet with a mysterious allure.

The woman next to Joshua Hughes was also in a white dress, but compared to that girl, she seemed vulgar.

”I really want to meet her then, what kind of woman could catch Young Master King’s eye?” Joshua Hughes relaxed his brows and laughed heartily.

”The girl in the white dress, did you see her?” Following Alexander King’s gaze, Joshua Hughes’ eyes suddenly darkened.

Was it actually Avery Jane?

The woman Alexander King spoke of, in a white dress, turned out to be Avery Jane. How could she be here?

He had never seen Avery Jane dressed like this, sexy and noble, exuding an aura that drove men crazy.

Damn it, who allowed her to dress so revealingly?

The deep cleavage, slender waist like a willow, and perky hips were all perfectly accentuated by that white evening dress.

Avery Jane always felt a sense of danger slowly approaching. She looked up and met Joshua Hughes’ hawk-like eyes, which seemed sharp enough to devour her, almost making her want to scream.

”Avery Jane, what’s wrong? Your hand is so cold?” It was already winter, and the venue was heated, but touching Avery Jane’s small hand unintentionally, the soft, cool sensation stirred Beckett Wright’s heart.

Not only was her body temperature low, but her face was also a bit pale. Beckett Wright couldn’t help but worry.

”It’s nothing. I naturally have a cold constitution, my hands and feet are always cold in winter.”

Avery Jane smiled faintly, like a night-blooming cereus quietly blossoming under the moonlight.

Beckett Wright took Avery Jane’s hand, gently warming it in his large hands: ”Sorry, I didn’t know. I shouldn’t have designed such a thin dress.”