No one in the audience responded.
The person who got the lucky number 19 didn’t stand up.
Everyone started whispering,
"Who got the number 19? It’s an honor to dance the first dance with Mr. Crawford, yet no one is speaking up. That’s really unusual."
"Everyone, quickly take another look at your number cards, open your eyes wide and see clearly!"
"Mr. Crawford, let go of that number 19, let me do it!"
The entire party hall started to stir, everyone was searching for the person who got the lucky number 19.
Serena was still eating dessert when two socialites next to her whispered, "I’m not number 19, are you?"
One of the socialites nudged Serena, "Where’s your number card, quickly check if you got number 19!"
When Serena entered the hall, she indeed took a number card, but she hadn’t taken it out, thinking it was fixed for Melody Ashworth this time.
Now that no one in the annual party was stepping forward, it seemed no one else had number 19. So where did number 19 go?
Serena took out her own number card, looked down, and was stunned.
She never expected she would actually get the legendary lucky number 19 card.
The two socialites beside her exclaimed as soon as they saw Serena had number 19, "Number 19! Number 19 is here!"
In a flash, all eyes turned and focused on Serena.
Melody Ashworth felt humiliated, and she was very unwilling, so she had to see who exactly got number 19.
Now that the person surfaced, it was... Serena!
Melody Ashworth’s mouth dropped open instantly, how could it be, how could it be Serena?
Melody’s face turned pale as paper, and her body swayed unsteadily.
How could it be so coincidental?
Lately, Hayden Crawford had not contacted Serena and was busy dating her. He should have forgotten about Serena Sterling.
But, if it wasn’t deliberately arranged, how could Serena luckily get number 19?
"Number 19 is here." The socialite by her side waved to Hayden Crawford and the private secretary on the podium.
Serena was in shock herself, standing still for a long time.
That number card wasn’t chosen by her but was slipped to her by a staff member. Was it luck, or was it deliberate?
Hayden Crawford stood tall and elegant on the podium, his deep, narrow eyes falling on Serena’s small face, then he slowly extended his large hand, his thin lips lifted slightly, "Come here!"
Two simple words, direct and domineering.
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Serena looked at Hayden Crawford under the brilliant lights, and held her breath, not knowing if it was the attention from the crowd or his deep gaze on her, her heartbeat noticeably quickened.
One beat after another as if it was going to jump out of her chest.
His exquisite features and contours appeared even more noble and charming under the light. Perhaps it was her illusion, but she seemed to see a hint of gentle smile in his narrow eyes.
Serena lifted her feet and walked step by step to the podium, coming to him.
The two exchanged glances. Hayden Crawford bent over in a gentlemanly manner, "May I have this dance?"
Serena’s white earlobes turned a little red; she nodded and then extended her small hand to him.
Hayden Crawford clasped her silky soft hand in his broad palm and led her to the dance floor.
Beautiful music played in the hall. Hayden wrapped one arm around Serena’s smooth fragrant shoulder, while the other intertwined with her slim white fingers, locking fingers with her.
The guests in the banquet hall all watched enviously at the pair gracefully dancing in the dance floor.
Although Serena’s face was not outstanding, her figure was slim and graceful, with an ethereal temperament, like a fairy descending from the heavens.
Hayden Crawford stood tall and noble, the most dazzling star tonight. He, dancing with Serena, created a scene as beautiful as a sand painting.
Melody Ashworth watched the dancing couple, her face blank, her eyes full of disbelief.
No, things shouldn’t have developed . Was this a surprise? No, it was a shock!
What exactly was going on?
Melody looked at Serena in the dance floor, realizing that Serena had noble blood from Alani flowing through her veins. She was confident, elegant, and charming while dancing.
Every step, every rhythm, could seamlessly keep up with Hayden Crawford, perfectly matching him.
Melody Ashworth had practiced her dance hard for today, originally thinking she would shine brightly, catching all eyes, making Serena and other socialites envious and jealous, but she became a big joke!
Melody felt a mouthful of blood would gush out at any time!
In the dance floor, Serena already felt Melody’s envious, jealous, and hateful gaze. She lifted her bright eyes to look at Hayden Crawford, "Did you do it on purpose?"
Hayden looked at her dark, shimmering eyes, his thin lips pursed a little, "What are you referring to?"
"Mr. Crawford, you wouldn’t tell me that number 19 lucky card was just a coincidence, right?" Serena asked.
Hayden showed no emotional fluctuation and remained silent.
Clearly, he did not want to tell her.
Or rather, he did not want to pay attention to her.
Serena found him strange, his current attitude towards her was cold and indifferent, as if she had done something wrong to hurt him.
Serena realized that the Hayden Crawford from three years later was very unpredictable, and she had no idea what she might have done to provoke him again.
"Mr. Crawford, was it you who saved me that day at The Manor of the Ninth Spire?"
Originally, after seeing him entangled with Melody Ashworth, Serena had given up hope on him, but since he premeditatedly set her number, she quickly rekindled her hope. She had an intuition that he had already recognized her.
Moreover, his behavior with Melody Ashworth seemed unusual, Serena suspected he had some plan.
Hayden’s cold gaze fell on Serena’s clear eyes, then slowly curled his thin lips into a mocking arc, "Yes, I saved you. Are you disappointed?"
"... Hayden Crawford, if you have something to say, just say it, why act so sarcastically?" Serena furrowed her delicate brows.
Hayden snorted coldly in his heart, every time recalling the call she made to Seth Sullivan at The Manor of the Ninth Spire, a gloomy anger surged in his strong chest.
At a critical moment, she thought of another man!
"I have always said that I am hot-tempered, domineering, and demand a lot. You didn’t say I was bad before, now why the change? Turns out, love truly can disappear!"