010 The wind fills the building as the mountain rain is about to come

Enchanting.

Madness as always.

The stage belonging solely to Phoenix Ivy reached a new height of madness tonight due to the arrival of River State's first dance king, the gigolo.

With the lively music playing, the two danced together seamlessly, even though it was their first collaboration.

The screams from the audience below the stage were endless.

"You're the craziest woman I've ever seen dance."

"You're the coolest man I've ever seen dance."

When someone praised her, she had to kindly praise them back, right?

On the second floor, White Palmer fixed his eyes on the stage, watching the man and woman dance closely together, not knowing what they were saying. He felt his heart beating like a drum.

He recalled when he had once just put his arm around Forsythia Brown's shoulder, Gem Atkinson ended up breaking his left hand in the fight that had followed. It took thirty days to heal.

As for tonight...

Amidst White Palmer's anxiety, he noticed the surrounding air pressure getting lower, and the temperature getting colder. He shivered and looked towards the source of the coldness.

Gem Atkinson still sat steadily in his chair. The only difference was that the black pupils of his eyes seemed to hold ice and snow, accumulating more and more as it went on.

Batten down the hatches, there's a storm coming...

The cold pressure on the second floor had no effect on the atmosphere on the first.

As the lively music played, the people below the stage became more and more excited, shouting 'great' and 'amazing'.

A woman, envious and jealous, looked at the brilliant woman on stage and spat, "What's so great? She looks terrible."

Immediately, someone angrily retorted, "You go dance for us to see!"

"Yeah, if you're so capable, show us."

"You have no figure or looks. Just look at all the powder on your face, and you're still talking trash."

Amidst the public rebuke, the woman felt ashamed, huffed, grabbed her bag, and stomped out of Enchanting wearing her twelve-centimeter high heels.

The people criticizing her turned their attention back to the stage.

Phoenix Ivy was born to perform, born for singing and dancing. Regardless of how skilled and tall the gigolo was, he was merely a supporting role in her presence. She was the natural protagonist, leading it all.

However, the dimple on her left cheek was the world's most dazzling and innocent smile, eye-catching.

Some people sighed: Those with Phoenix Ivy's figure don't have her dancing skills; those with her dancing skills don't have her singing talent; those with her singing talent don't have her smile; those with her smile don't have her peach blossom eyes; those with her peach blossom eyes don't have her figure...

In short, she was the queen of the night, serving a feast of indulgence for all the people.

"This woman is mine. Bring her to me." Amidst the yelling, a figure promptly jumped up and onto the stage. Several other figures quickly followed.

This was her exclusive stage, where no one dared to overstep their boundaries because of Enchanting and Yigol Foster's reputation. Those who did ended up on the blacklist. Just a few days ago, the troublemakers who had trespassed ended up in a gruesome scene due to Foster's warning.

But who would've thought someone would still provoke them?

Everything happened so fast.

Forsythia Brown was stunned initially but suddenly felt herself being pulled into a hard embrace.

Looking up, she saw that the one protecting her was the gigolo.

As the unexpected event unfolded, the music stopped, and the crowd below the stage quieted down. The room fell silent.

The man who had stormed the stage saw the gigolo shielding Phoenix Ivy and shouted, "If you don't want to die, let go of her!"

Because of the silence, someone quickly recognized that the man attempting to seize Phoenix Ivy was Mr. Peter Hancock of the Hancock Group, a well-known hedonist. The men who had followed him onto the stage were bodyguards from the Hancock family.

The Hancock Family's young master was quite different compared to the clumsy intruders from a few days ago.

It seemed that a fierce battle was about to take place at the Enchanting nightclub tonight.

Let's see whether or not Yigol Foster would offend the Hancock Group because of Phoenix Ivy.

As for the gigolo... How courageous of him to protect Phoenix Ivy!

Although people had differing reactions, it was clear that Mr. Hancock was there due to his admiration for Phoenix Ivy. He had been drawn to her passionate singing and dancing for days now. Nevertheless, due to Yigol Foster's reputation, Mr. Hancock was able to restrain himself initially. But tonight, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Soon enough, Forsythia Brown recovered from her shock, recognizing Mr. Hancock with a smile, "Mr. Hancock!"

"You know me, Phoenix?"

As Mr. Hancock reached out, Forsythia Brown stepped back.

The gigolo, who was protecting her, also stepped back.

Mr. Hancock was dissatisfied with Forsythia's avoidance but excited that she recognized him. The excitement suppressed his dissatisfaction, and he approached once again, "Phoenix, come with me."

In the midst of their conversation, Mr. Hancock's hand reached for Forsythia Brown's face.

Forsythia Brown slightly turned her face, and his hand contacted the cold mask. He paused, wanting to remove the mask.

Forsythia Brown stopped him with a sound, "Mr. Hancock, the mask is not to be removed."