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    Dani, after a brief nce, averted her eyes and turned her attention to the fruit beside her.


    Despite his looks, she remained unimpressed. Her own allure and the charm of her handsome husband were more than enough for her.


    “Dani, he’s watching you,” Lillian whispered, nudging her slightly.


    Dani didn’t react at first, her gaze lowered. However, when she finally lifted her eyes, they collided with a pair of deep blue ones, reminiscent of an endless ocean—mysteriously deep and strikingly beautiful.


    Men often shied away from the term “beautiful,” aware it was a standard not easily met. Over her years, Dani had encountered few who could bear the weight of such a description; Cedric had been one of those rarities.


    Now, Milo stood before her as the second.


    Yet, despite his beauty, hecked Cedric’s breathtaking allure. He was simply, undeniably beautiful—nothing more.


    As their eyes locked, Milo approached her with a smooth stride.


    “Ms. Harper, I’ve heard so much about you.”


    Dani offered him a courteous smile.


    “Likewise.” Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving a lingering curiosity in her wake.


    From the sidelines, Milo watched her departure, swirling the wine in his ss. A smirk yed on his lips, piqued by the enigma of Dani.


    Beside her, Lillian inquired, “Dani, what do you think?”


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    Dani scrunched her nose slightly.


    “His cologne is overpowering. It’s almost suffocating me.”


    With a slight tilt of her head, Lillian mused, “Is that so? I personally find it rather charming.”


    Ryan, wearing a scowl, abruptly pulled Lillian away, cutting their conversation short.


    As the evening wound down and the banquet drew to a close, Cedric slipped out to fetch the car. Dani lingered by the entrance when Milo suddenly emerged beside her. Startled, she instinctively stepped back.


    The brisk wind funneling through the entryway buffeted Milo, who stood in its gusts. Dani adjusted her scarf upwards, partly to shield herself from the chill and partly to block the waft of his cologne.


    “Ms. Harper, you’re tearing my heart to pieces.”


    Dani offered him a faint smile.


    “Would you mind keeping a distance of five steps, please?”


    Obligingly, Milo raised his hands in a gesture ofpliance and retreated five steps.


    “Tell me, what’s your favorite fragrance? Next time, I’ll wear it just for you.”


    His every phrase seemed to waltz on the edge of flirtation, yet remained tastefully non-intrusive.


    “Ms. Harper, may I be so bold as to ask for your contact information? I have long admired you from afar, and to meet you today has been nothing short of captivating.” Milo exuded confidence, clearly at ease in the interaction. His history told him that strong, sessful women like Dani appreciated acknowledgment and ttery. He leveraged his extensive experience to make his approach, confident of his eventual sess.


    “Oh, really? Well, paying for men isn’t my style. I’ve heard your smile couldunch a thousand ships, and frankly, I can’t afford that kind of expense.”


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