Chapter 139: Let's Dance Tango! When Are You Getting Married?

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The party was in full swing. Guests mingled with their acquaintances, the air filled with the soothing melodies of a live band performing in the living room.

It certainly seemed like a high-class affair.

Perhaps due to the presence of numerous city officials, many prominent business figures were also in attendance. Badr had underestimated Camilla.

The woman had some impressive connections.

"They're coming to cause trouble, Yor," Badr murmured, fully aware of Camilla and her friends' intentions.

Yor looked at him, puzzled.

Cause trouble?

Why would they do that?

What would they gain from it?

Completely clueless about social dynamics, Yor couldn't comprehend why her colleagues would want to create a scene.

Camilla, Millie, and Sharon approached, their gazes fixed on Badr. Camilla offered a saccharine smile.

"Mr. Badr, where do you work?"

Maintaining his own polite smile, Badr replied smoothly, "I work for the State Security Service. I'm a police officer. I've been on a classified mission, which is why I haven't publicly acknowledged my relationship with Yor until now." He offered a grateful smile to the trio. "Yor often speaks of you. I want to thank you for looking after her. I appreciate it."

Camilla, Millie, and Sharon were taken aback.

"You're an undercover police officer? Really?" Millie's eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity.

The city officials in the room also seemed to take notice, their gazes subtly shifting towards Badr.

Camilla, suspicious, pressed further, "If you were on a classified mission, are you sure it's alright to reveal your identity now?"

"It's fine. My mission is complete," Badr assured them. The identity was a fabrication he'd concocted on the spot, but it provided a convenient explanation for Yor's perpetually single status.

This way, everyone would assume Yor wasn't single but had a boyfriend who was a police officer on a classified mission, hence their secret relationship.

Yor sat beside him, a fixed smile plastered on her face, though she was sweating nervously underneath.

Because if Badr claimed to be a police officer, there was a significant problem...

Her younger brother, Yuri Briar.

Yor's brother happened to work for the State Security Service...

If Yuri learned about Badr's existence, he would undoubtedly investigate Badr's background, and their charade would be exposed!

Oh no, what should she do...?

But Badr had already told everyone. It was too late to deny it now, wasn't it?

Yor's heart pounded with anxiety, but she maintained her forced smile.

Badr was genuinely unaware that Yor's brother also worked for the State Security Service. He had simply chosen a profession that would make it difficult for others to investigate his supposed background.

To Yor's slight relief, everyone at the party seemed to believe Badr's story.

Perhaps there was still a chance. If Yuri discovered the truth, she could always confess to him...

Camilla, unable to find any flaws in Badr's story, felt a pang of jealousy.

She had always boasted about Dominic's excellence and taken pride in him.

The realization that Yor had such an exceptional boyfriend all along made Camilla feel like a fool. Yor's usual airheadedness now seemed like a subtle form of mockery.

The feeling gnawed at her.

No, she had to find a way to embarrass Yor!

"Well, Yor, you rarely attend parties. Now that you're here, you should enjoy yourself!" Camilla said, then clapped her hands together as if struck by a sudden thought. "Oh, I know! Yor, why don't you and Mr. Badr, dance together? It's such a rare opportunity!"

"Eh? D-dance?"

Yor floundered, "N-no, it's alright..."

She had never danced before. Camilla knew this. Why bring it up now...?

Badr maintained his smile, inwardly scoffing.

Judging by Yor's micro-expressions, she clearly couldn't dance. Camilla was deliberately trying to embarrass her.

What a petty woman.

Despite his internal disdain, Badr wouldn't allow Yor to be humiliated. He had come to play the part, and he would play it well. He accepted the challenge with a smile.

"Sure, I'd love to dance with Yor."

"Eh? Badr, I..."

Yor began to panic, but Badr winked at her, silencing her unspoken protest.

Badr glanced at a couple dancing the tango in the center of the floor and smiled.

"We'll go when they finish."

As he spoke, he discreetly activated [Common Sense Alteration] on Yor, whispering in her ear, "Don't worry. I'll use magic to help you remember some basic steps. Just try to follow my lead, and leave the rest to me."

Yor, left with no other option, nervously watched the dancing couple, her anxiety evident.

Camilla smirked inwardly, relishing Yor's apparent discomfort. She knew Yor couldn't dance and anticipated a clumsy, embarrassing spectacle.

"Hey, Camilla, isn't this a bit much?" Sharon, being older, whispered to her.

"What does it matter? We can't let Yor steal all the attention. This is the price she pays for deceiving us for so long." Camilla smiled. "Don't worry, I won't be too hard on her."

"Hee hee, now that you mention it, I think she deserves a little punishment. How could she? We chat so much, and she's probably been laughing at us all along," Millie chimed in, also harboring a touch of jealousy towards Yor.

Badr's appearance was precisely Millie's type. If she hadn't already had a boyfriend, she might have even considered stealing him from Yor.

Millie entertained the thought briefly.

Of course, it was just a fleeting thought. Everyone had their wicked moments.

Still, it made her so jealous!

Soon, the couple on the dance floor finished their tango. Badr naturally took Yor's hand and led her to the center of the floor.

He nodded politely to the band.

"Could you play 'Por Una Cabeza,' please?"

What was a tango without 'Por Una Cabeza'?

Fortunately, this world shared many cultural similarities with his original one, so the famous piece was readily available.

Could Badr dance the tango?

The answer was: Yes!

He had prepared for this high-society gathering. Earlier that day, he had purchased dance tutorials and practiced specifically for this occasion.

Not just dancing, but also magic tricks, knowledge of fine wines, and various other skills...

He believed in being prepared.

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In the center of the dance floor, Yor placed one hand gently in Badr's and the other on his shoulder.

And then... she was lost!

What was she supposed to do next?

She looked at him blankly.

Although Badr had used magic to imprint some steps in her memory, she was completely unfamiliar with how to begin.

Fortunately, Badr was ready. As the sultry violin notes of 'Por Una Cabeza' filled the air, he discreetly channeled his magic, weaving it around Yor's long, elegant legs beneath her gown.

Let's dance!

Eh?

Yor felt as if her legs had a mind of their own!

An unseen force guided her steps, executing the tango movements with surprising precision...

Badr's hand rested on Yor's waist. He could feel the tension in her muscles. This woman was a lethal killing machine, and forcing her to dance like this must have been torture for her...

Despite her stiffness, with Badr's magical assistance, she appeared remarkably graceful to the onlookers.

Camilla gritted her teeth, her jealousy intensifying as she watched Badr and Yor glide across the dance floor.

How could they be so dazzling?

All eyes were on them. Badr, impeccably dressed, drew admiring glances from many women in the room.

Yor, in her elegant gown, was breathtaking. Her long legs, accentuated by red-soled stilettos, made her almost as tall as Badr.

The black gown highlighted her cool beauty. Her dark hair flowed gracefully, the glittering gold hair ornament adding a touch of elegance. Her skin was snow-white, and the gown's open back revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her flawless skin.

Yor's crimson eyes were captivating, fixed on Badr's face, drawing envious stares from the men present.

Their elegant dance added a touch of magic to the party, captivating everyone in attendance.

As the music progressed, Yor gradually relaxed, her movements becoming more fluid and graceful.

Under Badr's guidance, she moved in perfect harmony with him, her dance captivating.

Badr raised Yor's hand, his right hand gently guiding her slender waist as he twirled her around. Yor spun effortlessly, her black gown swirling around her, showcasing her beautiful legs beneath the hem.

After three graceful turns, Yor leaned back into Badr's arms. He embraced her waist, leading her into the crescendo of the dance.

As the beautiful melody of 'Por Una Cabeza' soared, Yor couldn't help but lock eyes with Badr. Even as they moved, their gazes remained fixed on each other.

To the onlookers, however, the public display of affection was almost unbearable...

The music grew softer and more melodious, bringing smiles to the faces of many in the audience.

The music and the dance were deeply moving, captivating everyone present.

Finally, as the music ended, Yor, guided by Badr, completed the dance. A wave of enthusiastic applause erupted around them. 

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