frightened.After about a quarter of an hour, Xiao Heng made a left turn, taking her with him as the car drove into a small alley.Glancing at the deep alley, Jian Tong hurriedly asked, “Where are you...Sanya

Banyan Tree

"Just relax a little," the light-suited man murmured into the woman's ear, leaning in with a suggestive air.

The woman took a slight step back, and even this unintentional, small gesture was noticed by the man.

His eyes flickered, and he had already gracefully stepped back two steps, chuckling softly: “Little one, you’re too tense.”

She curled her palm, feeling a sticky sensation inside. Of course she'd be nervous... about to meet someone...

"Actually, there's no need to be so anxious. He has a habit of taking vacation at the Banyan Tree Resort in Sanya every year, usually staying for about a month." The man's Mandarin, tinged with an exotic accent, was as deep and low as a cello:

"So, child, you really have no need to see that person immediately after your arrival and tiring journey."

She shook her head, her heart still racing at that moment.

Without telling anyone, she fled.

As for what she was running from, only she knew.

After the silence, there was a long stretch of quiet.

"Kane, come in." But ultimately, it was Jian Tong who broke the silence first.

What she didn't see was that during this long silence, the tall and handsome man beside her had been staring at her intently. Unlike the deep-set eyes of Easterners, only her reflection could be seen in his.

"Good," came a voice, low and resonant like a cello, unexpectedly compliant at this moment. The man extended an arm with gentlemanly courtesy, needing no further words. The woman, complying as a matter of form, reached out and took it, though the gesture was merely a formality.

But the moment a man's wrist was grasped, a faint smile curved his lips. He signaled to the attendants flanking him, and they readily pulled open the half-doors on either side.

The door opens.

The melodious music, warm yet dazzling, poured out and instantly bathed the unexpected arrival of a couple.

Perhaps this guest's sudden arrival drew the attention of others at the banquet.

Jian Tong smiled, but she felt that perhaps it was more likely that the man beside her was simply too dazzling.

Whatever those captivating gazes, however fervent, for Kane Ferrell, this moment was, right now, a momentous occasion worth remembering.

He lowered his gaze, glancing at the woman beside him. From his perspective, he could only see the soft top of her head. The moment she took his wrist, he felt as if his heart, which had been empty for so long, was suddenly filled to the brim, leaving no room for anything else.

If...if only it could remain like this forever.

The man didn't think about it anymore.

His gaze followed the woman's head, traveling downward to rest on her long, black hair that reached her waist.

Suddenly, I remembered the popular phrase on the internet recently — When my hair reaches my waist, will you marry me

Who… did she want to wait for

Suddenly, this strange question popped into my mind.

"You look really nice today... Your hair looks nice too."

"Don't joke around, Kane. I said I was nervous, do you believe me"

The man just smiled, silently adding in his heart: I'm not joking.

There was a commotion at the corner ahead.

"Come, let's go over there." Kane led the woman beside him towards the surging crowd.

"Wait, wait a minute." She was still nervous, her palms were sweating: "That...is Mr. Miller"

"No, Michael has always been mysterious. That's his secretary."

She was surprised, and looked again at the churning place, her heart even more shocked...Milford had always been mysterious; everyone knew that.

It makes sense that Mr. Ferrell wouldn't attend such an event.

However, surprisingly, that person was just a secretary to Mr. Miller, and the appearance of a mere secretary could attract so much attention from prominent figures in politics and business.

The woman lowered her head, then after a long pause, looked up: "Cain, thank you."

The latter said leisurely:

Don't thank me just yet.

I am just a recommender,

Whether or not you ultimately get a chance with Mierval depends on you.

Upon hearing this, she let out a sigh of relief and immediately curved her lips into a smile. "Kane, thank you."

"Come, I'll take you to meet Maxwell."

He pulled her through the crowd, and everyone made way for them as they passed.

"Hello, Duke Kain," they said as soon as they reached the secretary by Milfar's side. The impeccably dressed secretary saw Kain at once, parted the crowd, and stepped forward to greet them warmly.

Jian Tong was slightly surprised... Duke

She turned her head to look at him, and he gave her a reassuring smile: "It's the 21st century. There are no princes or nobles anymore. They're just titles left behind by our ancestors, nothing important."

"I'm still the Kane you know."

"The gentleman is already in the parlor upstairs, waiting for you." The secretary politely stepped back half a pace, placed one hand in front of her, and slightly bowed her head, creating a path.

Jian Tong followed suit, stepping into a direct elevator with Kane. Turning around as the doors closed behind them, she realized that in addition to some familiar faces at this banquet, there were also many foreigners present.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go report to him." The secretary said politely.

After a short while, he came out and invited them in.

To say I'm not nervous is a lie.

Think about it carefully, the tension in this industry would only be there when she first started out.

Her palm suddenly tightened, she lowered her eyes and saw the person beside her. At some point, he had held her hand. As if burned, she wanted to pull her hand away, but at that moment, reason triumphed over emotion.

She looked up and smiled at him: "I can, don't worry." Then her gaze shifted down to the two hands clasped together.

Cain gently loosened his grip.

A soft, passionate voice whispered in his ear: “Oh God, Kane, I can’t believe what I see.”

“This is your Venus”

At that moment, as Jian Tong looked up, the hand that was almost about to release him suddenly clenched tighter. A voice, rich and deep like a cello, resonated above her:

"No,"

The woman’s expression was serene, just as she began to introduce herself: “Ton Jane, and we are fr…”

"I's my queen."

The smile on the woman's face froze instantly: "Not funny." she whispered to the man beside her, who responded with a faint smile. He explained slowly to the bewildered Miller across from them:

"A good joke. An elegant gentleman should have a sense of humor."

In a single sentence, he shifted the blame to the other Michael Farrel. However, the latter didn't seem angry at all. It was then that Kane introduced the two parties: "Jian Tong, chairman of Jian Shi Group. Michael Farrell, founder of French Dermen, an industry pioneer."

"Hello. Jian Tong."

"Beautiful lady, hello. Mirval greets you."

Kane released Jian Tong's hand. "You two chat, I'll go get a drink." He walked to the bar in the corner and poured himself a glass, then called to the secretary, "Care for a drink"

"Yes, Your Grace."daughter. That's why he raised her so well. But no matter how much he loves her, he didn't intend to give the Jian Group to Jian Tong.And those wealthy second and third-generation heirs, the young mas...