The man who came up to Lucy was noble, dangerous and a complete enigma…

He exuded manliness all over him. She knew he was a poppy but she could not help approaching him. It was probably his charm.

Under the admiring gazes of the people, the man reached out a large hand towards her.

A cold smile appeared at the corners of Lucy's lips and she reached out her hand slowly towards the man. Melodious music sounded and Lucy and the man danced a waltz.

As the number of turns increased, Lucy felt more and more dizzy.

Suddenly, it turned dark.

There was a power failure in the villa and the venue erupted into chaos.

Feeling something was wrong, Lucy shouted for her bodyguard. But her slender waist was held tightly and she heard a man's voice by her ear. "Your Highness, you're drunk. I'll help you upstairs to rest."

Lucy could not hear clearly who the man talking was. Was it Mu Sihan or someone else?

She only felt that the man smelled terrible. She wanted to break free from that hand