Yun Ya shook her head and smiled, never taking these people to heart. "Damn, this girl is stunningly beautiful, but..." Yellow Hair gazed at the girl who drew everyone’s attention in the hall, his eyebrows furrowing. "Why does she look so familiar, where have I seen her before?" Yan He pinched his arm fiercely and hissed in a low voice, "Scoundrel, wipe your drool, don’t forget our mission." "Hiss, why did you pinch me? Jealous, huh? Jealousy won’t help." He glanced at Yan He, then at the girl bathed in countless rays of light in the center of the hall, shaking his head with a tut. "Look at her, then look at you, both are women, why is the difference so vast? If I were the Boss, I’d be blind if I picked you over her..." The Boss... suddenly Yellow Hair remembered something, rubbed his eyes hard, and then rubbed them again. The girl in the Boss’s photos, my goodness... is this world surreal? By accident, Yellow Hair seemed to have stumbled upon an incredible secret. Yan He didn’t notice Yellow Hair’s anomaly, nearly choked by his last words, glancing at the beautiful and elegant girl, then looking at herself. After years of living through gunfire and storms, her skin has become coarse, her gestures have lost their feminine grace, seeming like a rough man. Compared to her, with smooth white skin, graceful and soft figure, she exudes elegance with every smile, full of femininity, and her beauty is beyond description. Wasn’t she called the top socialite for nothing? That girl, shining bright like a pearl, like a beautiful, noble princess living in an ivory tower, while she... suddenly, an acrid bitterness rose in her heart. If she were Yan Song, surely he would like such a girl and not herself. Looking again at the girl, there was a trace of jealousy she hadn’t noticed herself, simply an unconscious dislike. Yan Song looked at the girl bathed in countless rays of light on the screen, it took him quite an effort to avert his gaze from her. As his eyes shifted, he caught sight of a figure in the crowd, quickly zooming in to see the alluring face of a woman, instinctively furrowing his brows. Suddenly, he saw the woman reaching into her bag, slowly, slowly, while her gaze was fixed in a certain direction. Following her gaze, it was a man standing alone outside the crowd, calm and serene. The protagonist of the banquet, thinking of the family backing him, Yan Song suddenly realized something, quickly issuing a command through his earpiece: "Monkey, Penguin, attention, the target has appeared, twelve o’clock, the woman in the red dress, she may want to make a move on Sun Xi. Ensure Sun Xi’s safety, apprehend her before she acts." "Blue Bird, ensure the target doesn’t escape." He saw the target was closest to Ji Yunya, his heart tightened instantly, opened the car door, jumped out, and rushed towards the hotel. "Oh, excuse me." Bumping into someone, Yun Ya apologized politely. "No problem." It was an incredibly alluring voice, enough to make one’s bones melt. Yun Ya instinctively looked up, the brilliant lights dazzling, the woman’s eyebrows and eyes turned distant for a moment, yet immediately reflected clearly in her eyes, enchanting and extremely gorgeous, akin to the Mandrake Flower in full bloom, mesmerizing and alluring. Her brows furrowed slightly, she instinctively sensed danger. "Miss Ji, I’ve heard a lot about you." The woman extended her hand to her, Yun Ya squinted slightly, reached out and lightly shook it, the icy touch suddenly freezing her heart. "Yun Ya, let’s go over there." Fan Weiying glared at Jiang Mi’er and pulled Yun Ya away. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel✶fire.net "Stay away from that woman, she’s a seductress always flirting around." Yun Ya turned her head, the other party was watching her unblinkingly, that smile-not-smile gaze making Yun Ya momentarily uneasy. This strange feeling she never disregarded. This woman is problematic. "President Yam, who’s prettier, Miss Ji or me?" Jiang Mi’er continued staring at Ji Yunya’s back, then cuddled back into the man’s embrace with a smile. The man’s gaze had been fixed on her all along, at her words he chuckled near her ear, "My Mi’er is unique in this world." "Unique?" she murmured, then suddenly laughed mockingly. Her hand hanging at her side made a covert gesture. The large crystal chandelier in the center of the venue radiated dazzling light, while smaller crystal chandeliers surrounded it, illuminating the entire banquet hall like it was daytime.