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   Chapter 28 The Costume Ball

Get A Taste Of Your Delicious Love By Cordelia Characters: 11510

Updated: 2020-06-26 00:06


Looking at Jacob, who was wearing a silver mask and a white shirt, Nancy snorted. "You look like a magician."

Jacob raised his eyebrows in annoyance, but didn't say anything.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a huge mansion seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Their car entered the gate and rolled to a stop in front of the porch.

Everyone walking in and out of the building was wearing a mask.

There was a sensor on the huge carved door. The guests had to tap their invitation cards on it and wait for the confirmation beep before entering.

Nancy quickly took out the invitation card from her bag and tapped it on the sensor.

"Welcome, Mr. Jonny Nalan," came an automated female voice.

"Whoa," Nancy breathed, widening her eyes in awe. "I can't believe they set up an identification system just for a party!"

She turned the invitation card this way and that, but no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't locate the embedded chip.

"Let's go," Jacob said, rolling his eyes.

Inside the hall, Moore was standing in front of Cherry.

"I'm so happy that you came tonight," he said earnestly. Although she was unrecognizable with the mask on, she was wearing the dress that he had sent to her, so as soon as she walked in, he went over to welcome her.

"But why aren't you wearing the necklace that I gave you?" he asked with a frown.

"Uh... It's too expensive," Cherry said, carefully handing him the small box containing the necklace. "I don't dare to wear it so casually. If something happens to the dress, I can manage to fix it. But if I lose that necklace, I won't be able to repay you even if I worked my whole life."

Moore chuckled and took her hand. "You don't need to pay for it, silly. If you lose it, I'll buy you another one."

Cherry gently pulled her hand out of his grip and changed the topic. "Didn't you say that you wanted me to cook? I should go to the kitchen now. There are already a lot of guests here..."

He followed her reluctantly. "Yes. I would rather you stayed here with me, but since you want to cook so much..."

The smile on her face froze.

She knew she shouldn't have come.

His affection for her was so obvious. How could she pretend not to know it?

Fortunately, there was a kitchen for her to hide in.

"Moore!" Moore was about to follow her into the kitchen, but a gruff male voice stopped him.

He turned around impatiently and mumbled, "Dad..."

"Most of my friends have arrived. You should meet them. They are waiting in the reception room."

"But Dad, most of the guests for my party are already here. As the host, it won't be appropriate for me to leave," he protested weakly.

"Oh come on, everyone's wearing masks. Who will know whether you're here or not? I only let you throw this ball because you promised me you'll build good relationships with some businessmen. Aren't you going to keep your word?" Peter asked gruffly, patting his son on the back.

"Of course, of course. Let's go," Moore said helplessly. However, he didn't move, and looked reluctantly at the kitchen.

"Is it a girl?" Peter asked indifferently. With his years of experience in the business world, he was a perceptive man. "You can have fun, but only after you finish some work."

"Dad, please don't talk about that to me now, okay?" Moore said, covering his chest with a groan. "Ah, the wound seems to be getting worse again... I need to find a place to have a rest..."

Utterly unimpressed with his son's acting, Peter cocked an eyebrow.

He grabbed his arm and pulled him to the reception room on the second floor. "Let's go. You were shot in the leg, not your chest..."

Moore rolled his eyes as he let himself be dragged to the second floor.

Weren't old men supposed to have a bad memory? It was annoying how sharp his father was.

Meanwhile, Jacob and Nancy walked into the hall hand in hand. Just as he entered, he happened to see a figure slipping into the kitchen.

"Nancy, that woman's wearing the same dress as you," he pointed out.

Nancy stood on tiptoe to see over the crowd. "Oh, yeah, you're right. But the lace is a little different."

She was a little crestfallen that another guest was wearing the same dress as her.

Although it was already seven o'clock in the evening, the host was obviously very considerate. He had prepared a rich buffet for the guests, which was uncommon at a party like this.

Jacob was not interested in dancing, so he went over to the buffet table and picked up some sushi.

As soon as he popped one into his mouth, his eyes widened in appreciation.

This sushi was special, because the ingredients were all cooked.

The shape of the sushi was also unique. Somehow, this cooked version tasted better than sushi made with fresh ingredients.

There was no doubt that the chef who had made this was smart and innovative.

Jacob ate another sushi before grabbing a glass of juice.

The juice was very thick.

It was sweet like dragon fruit, but it left a sour aftertaste, like lemon.

For some reason, it reminded him of a particularly person...

Jacob immediately forced himself to clear his head.

Needless to say, the delicious fruit juice ran out in no time, picked up by all the guests.

Seeing her brother down the juice eagerly, Nancy couldn't help smiling. "You drank the juice too? You used to hate dessert and juice."

"I still hate them," Jacob said blankly, putting down the glass.

He had only drunk it because this particular juice tasted really good.

Besides, there was an indescribable familiarity about the aroma of the juice...

At that moment, a man walked up to Nancy and invited her to dance.

Even though he was wearing a mask, Jacob could see

that his eyes were completely fixed on Nancy's chest.

He narrowed his eyes and held his little sister's hand.

"She already has a partner," he said gruffly before pulling her to the dance floor.

Nancy stamped her feet in annoyance. "Jacob, don't be like this..."

"Oh come on, did you see his eyes? They almost fell into your chest," he said, snorting. Then, he tugged her dress up as much as she could and grumbled, "I should have brought a scarf to cover you up."

Nancy rolled her eyes. "You're exaggerating. He wasn't as bad as you're saying."

"You're a woman, so you won't know what's on his mind. But I'm a man."

"You are a man. Tell me, have you ever looked at a woman like that?" she asked, smirking.

Her brother's eyes were cold even through the mask.

She stuck out her tongue and stopped badgering him.

Just then, the waiters brought a refill of the tasty juice. Nancy's heart skipped a beat. "Jacob, I'm going to get a glass of juice too!" she said, excitedly running to the buffet table.

At the same time, Cherry opened the kitchen door and entered the hall.

She wiped off the sweat on her face with a tissue and put on her princess mask.

After all the sushi and juice she had whipped up for the guests, she was exhausted to the bone. She stood there absentmindedly, wondering if she should leave a set of business cards on the buffet table to advertise her restaurant.

While she was lost in thought, the lights in the hall suddenly went out with a bang. The crowd burst out into low, excited chatter.

'What? Is there a blackout?' Cherry wondered, stunned.

Before she could make sense of the situation, the surrounding area was suddenly crowded with people.

"Do you still know who is standing next to you? Which masked face did you like just now? Find him or her in the dark!"

came the emcee's voice from the speakers.

The hair on the back of Cherry's neck stood on end.

'What? Is this a game?' She groaned inwardly.

Having worked for Jonny for a long time, she knew that rich people loved to play such tricks.

The lights were turned off and all the guests were wearing masks. Whoever was "caught" would be taken back to a room for the night.

But... There were so many people here, so there would definitely be some wicked ones among them. This was not just a kids' game.

In her panic, Cherry felt like she could barely breathe.

Afraid of being touched in the darkness, she quickly dodged and retreated against the wall.

A figure walked towards her quietly and suddenly held her hand.

"What... What are you doing?" she stammered, struggling to free herself. "Let me go!"

She had only entered the hall moments ago. It was impossible for anyone to have set their sights on her. Why was she being accosted now?

"Little princess, why didn't you dance with me just now?" asked a male voice.

"You got the wrong person," Cherry snapped. 'Little princess?' This man was so disgusting that she wanted to slap him.

Of course, she had to suppress that urge, because she couldn't afford to offend any of the rich guests here.

"Please let me go," she pleaded through gritted teeth, trying to get rid of his hands. All of a sudden, she realized that there was a faint glow of light on her. She looked around in surprise and found that several people in the crowd had glowing lights on their bodies. All of them were women.

What had Moore done to their clothes?

It was obvious that it was like asking the men in the crowd to "hunt" for their prey.

Before she could digest that information, she found herself being tightly gripped by the stranger's hands. "I like you so much. That man won't find you again. You are mine now..."

He leaned over to kiss her.

Feeling bile rise up her throat, Cherry turned her face away and stepped hard on the toe of his shoe.

To make sure that he wouldn't disturb her, she twisted her sharp heel into his shoe. "I'm sorry. I can't see anything," she said, feigning innocence.

The man screamed like a pig.

As she walked away, she suddenly stepped back, lifted one of her legs, and kicked back hard with her toes.

Needless to say, the man leaped up and screamed in pain.

The crowd was filled with women squealing coquettishly, pretending to refuse.

Almost all of the guests came from upper class families.

None of them had a clean background, and they well-versed in such games.

Cherry was not included in this list.

While she was looking around, trying to figure out how to escape, another man rushed up to her.

She cautiously took a step back, but he reached forward and grabbed her.

"Let me go!" she yelled, trying to twist out of his grip.

"Nancy, it's me!" His voice sounded quite familiar.

Instead of looking at her, he glared at the man behind her and cursed, "Bastard!" Jacob narrowed his eyes, which were shining with danger. "We won't stay in such a place. Let's go, Nancy!"

Cherry's mind went blank.

Nancy?

"I... I am not..."

"Do you still want to stay here?" the man asked sharply, lowering his voice. "There are so many shameless people at this party!"

As soon as he finished his words, he grabbed her hand and dragged her all the way to the door.

"Let me go!" she cried again. Although she wasn't sure about the man's identity, she had a vague guess. "Jacob, is that you?"

The man stopped.

Now that they were standing at the door, their figures were illuminated by the bright light seeping in from the courtyard.

He looked down at the woman next to him in confusion.

Her mask was silver, and her dress was light blue. It was the same princess dress that his sister was wearing.

However, her voice was definitely not Nancy's.

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