Chapter 2292
Mikayla lifted the hem of her white dress and glanced at Ezekiel, who was surrounded by a crowd like the star of the night, her eyes shimmering with both hesitation and desire.
Ezekiel’s status was comparable to Holtrien’s royal bloodline. No, it was even more intimidating than that. If one really had to compare, perhaps only the Lloyd family’s Dragon Prince could rival Ezekiel’s background, yet the Dragon Prince was already history.
However, Ezekiel was still untouchably noble and right before her.
Mikayla looked to the side and snapped her fingers.
A waiter hurried over with a tray. “Good evening, miss!”
Mikayla picked up a glass of champagne and waved for him to leave. Getting close to Ezekiel now was impossible.
At least dozens of people were blocking the way, fangirls shrieking his name, and Chetvine elites waiting for a chance to strike up a conversation. Forcing her way through would never work, and besides, that would only look cheap and undignified.
Mikayla stepped on the hem of her gown with her heel. Then, she raised her glass and walked forward. At once, she let out a delicate cry as the motion tugged at her dress, sending the champagne flying from her hand.
She toppled forward in a graceful fall, landing flat on the floor.
However, her fall was perfectly calculated. Her low neckline was angled perfectly in Ezekiel’s direction, revealing just enough to catch attention. At a high–society ball, nothing drew more stares than a beauty tumbling to the ground.
And Mikayla was not just any beauty. In Chetvine, she was a household name.
Instantly, dozens of eyes turned toward her with concern.
“Oh no, it’s Ms. Owens! Step aside, let me help her up!”
“Out of the way, everyone, I’ll take care of her!”
Various young men rushed forward, competing to display their gentlemanly behavior.
Mikayla’s face showed pain, as if she’d been hurt badly in the fall. Despite her apparent distress, her strong character shone through as she politely declined everyone’s help.
She said gracefully, “It’s fine, everyone. I was just clumsy. Thank you all, but I can get up myself.”
She politely declined every hand, smoothed her dress, revealed her slender ankles, and rose slowly but steadily.
That single moment earned her a wave of applause. Other young ladies would have cried and needed support, but Mikayla was different. She stood up on her own, full of grace.
Ezekiel observed the entire performance, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. Nevertheless, he stepped forward quickly and approached Mikayla, saying, “Miss, please be careful.”
Mikayla smoothly placed her arm in Ezekiel’s palm and looked up at him with pitiful eyes. “Thank you, Mr. Beckett.”
Ezekiel smiled charmingly. “It’s nothing. This is what any gentleman should do.”
The crowd around them burst into applause, impressed by Ezekiel’s chivalry.
Up on the second floor, Isabelle covered her forehead with her hand. “Mikayla, your acting skills are absolutely flawless. I really have to hand it to you.”
While others could not see through the act, Isabelle knew exactly what was going on.
Mikayla was an advanced–level martial saint, so there was no way a simple fall would actually hurt her.
It was ridiculous, but those men below were eating it up completely.
Then again, there was no helping it.
Mikayla’s face really was the kind that made men’s minds wander. It was like people who knew roses had thorns but still could not resist reaching out to smell their fragrance.
“May I ask your name, Miss? I’d like to get to know you better,” Ezekiel said as he and Mikayla began chatting. Countless other socialites looked on with envious, jealous expressions.
Mikayla took in all their reactions with satisfaction, feeling even more pleased with herself. She was about to coyly reveal her name when suddenly, Ezekiel’s bodyguards appeared.
Their faces were covered in bruises, pushing through the crowd and striding toward them. He said urgently, “Sir, the safe containing the Blackstar Crystal has been stolen!”
Ezekiel’s brow furrowed as he demanded, “What did you just say? Stolen?”