She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 120: A Stunning Dance Emily gracefully placed her hand in Kelvin's broad and warm palm, the combination of silver and black, not losing out to the classic black and white.

In contrast to Hayden's elegance, Kelvin's coldness and arrogance added a touch of restraint to his demeanor. Such a man undoubtedly stirred a desire to conquer in those who encountered him Emily felt like she was being watched, but Kelvin's gaze was fixed on Cheyenne and Iker who were not far away.

"Miss Lawrence, how can I assist you?" Cheyenne's lips curved into a smile as she reached for the pearl bracelet on her wrist, taking it off and lifting up her fair arms to wrap it around her head.

The fair and delicate hands deftly shuttle through the wavy long hair, quickly twisting it up into a bun with just a few moves.

The slightly tousled bun with a few stray strands cascading down at her temples added a hint of playful casualness.

As her long hair was lifted up, the onlookers caught sight of her smooth neck and a slender, fair-skinned back that she revealed, radiating an alluring charm.

A blue rose bloomed prominently on her protruding shoulder blade, making her look like a alluring fairy. This silver long dress is already stunning from the front, but the slit design at the back is truly the finishing touch.

Cheyenne let down her long hair before because she felt that the dress was too revealing.

Now, for the dance, she had lifted it up, making her already stunning appearance even more dreamlike and enchanting, leaving everyone in awe.

In terms of physique, Emily has already lost.

"Okay, let's begin." Cheyenne relaxed and gave a faint smile, kicking off her high heels with her foot.

Her slender and delicate feet landed gracefully on the golden floor. With the slit in her dress, her perfectly formed legs were exposed, their skin fair and smooth, even her toes appearing delightfully rounded and cute. Although it is summer now, walking barefoot on the floor at night still feels icy cold.

Kelvin glanced over, his lips pursed into a straight line.

"Aren't you cold? What are you doing..." Iker couldn't figure out what she was up to, but as he looked at her fair, slender ankles, he couldn't help but steal a few more glances.

"At that time, you just need to control your wheelchair. I will tell you what to do and you just need to follow my instructions." Emily proudly glanced at the two of them and whispered in a sweet and clear voice to Cheyenne, "Miss Lawrence, you have lost this one million for sure." Upon hearing that, Cheyenne responded nonchalantly, "Confidence is a good thing." As they passed by each other, the aura of coldness surrounding Kelvin made her shiver involuntarily, prompting her to straighten her spine.

They had thought they would compete separately, but unexpectedly, it was a joint performance. Emily was dancing a standard ballroom dance, having just danced a waltz with Hayden earlier. This time, it was jazz.

Jazz dancing was more passionate and rhythmic than the waltz, with a livelier tempo.

Her dance had been meticulously taught by an international dance master and Emily was confident she could outperform Cheyenne.

Although Kelvin didn't frequently dance, it was a mandatory skill for wealthy scions, which he had mastered by the age of eighteen.

Even though many years had passed since he last danced, his exceptional memory allowed him to vividly recall everything he had learned.

For the opening move, Emily stepped onto Kelvin's knee, and his large hand supported her thigh as he lifted her high.

The silver skirt billowed, resembling a quietly blooming silver dahlia.

"Excellent!" "No wonder she's the President's daughter; Miss Davidson has incredible grace." The onlookers applauded and cheered enthusiastically, putting immense pressure on Iker.

He looked at Cheyenne and asked, "What should I do?" "Just stand where you are and hold my hand!" With that, Cheyenne extended her left hand to him, standing by his side. Her right arm gracefully extended as she curtsied to the audience.

Then, her body moved fluidly, as if boneless, resembling a seductive serpent. She swayed her waist and elegantly seated herself on Iker's lap.

Such a posture was undeniably too intimate. Iker held his breath, gritting his teeth as he sternly whispered in her ear, "Cheyenne, get down!" "Hush! Don't think I'm trying to seduce you!" "Isn't that what you're doing?" She... she was sitting on his lap, and she still claimed she wasn't trying to seduce him! Kelvin's grip on Emily's hand unconsciously tightened, and he inadvertently left a bruise-like mark on her wrist. "Mr. Foley." "Sorry." He followed Emily's lead, holding her hand.

Emily turned around, her smile radiant as she twirled her skirt and began her routine.

On the other hand, Cheyenne was equally impressive.

Her hands opened up, guiding Iker as they began together. She softly instructed him, “Left sway." His head swayed to the left, and her hand extended to the right.

"Right sway." Her hand moved to the left.

"What's next?" Iker squinted his eyes, watching her in disbelief.

Cheyenne suddenly stood up from his lap, and there was a lightness on his leg. His arms were empty.

Somehow, Iker felt a little regretful.

The next moment, a slender, fair-skinned leg wrapped around his lean waist, clinging to him like a vine to a sturdy tree.

Iker's Adam's apple rolled as he reached out and grabbed her ankle.

Meanwhile, her other leg remained planted firmly on the ground as she effortlessly executed a one-legged balancing pose, akin to a graceful flamingo. "Let go!" Iker woke up from his dream and immediately let go of his own hand.

Cheyenne placed her petite hands on his shoulders, her long legs and body forming a ninety degree angle as she swung her legs like scissors in mid-air. With Iker's body as a support, she executed a nimble backflip, this tusing both feet to secure herself around him.

She is actually pole dancing! Finally, someone noticed that Cheyenne was dancing pole dance! Cheyenne had a light smile on her face as she jumped off Iker's shoulder. "Hold my hand," she ordered.

Iker held onto her wrist, and Cheyenne's body swiftly began to twirl around him.

The silver skirt in front of him looked like a snow-covered winter, and the pearl bracelet was also thrown off. Her long hair flowed down like a waterfall. This time, he held her slender waist with both hands.

She was so slim.

Iker even wondered if he could encircle her waist with just one hand; the softness and smoothness of her skin in his palm made him hesitant to move.

He was waiting for her next instruction.

Her face was tightly pressed against his cheek, her red lips only a centimeter away from him, and her breath sprayed onto his face.

In the palm of his hand lay her smooth, velvety waist, incredibly soft and supple.

Cheyenne's charm is stunning and captivating.

Kelvin's face was extremely gloomy, like the impending stormy sky.

'Who is she trying to seduce?" X