Bright Silver Ballroom

"Miss Catherine, the information you need has been prepared for you." Trent quickly walked in front of Catherine and handed over a black laptop.

"This computer has connected you directly to the dark net. If you have any questions, or if you have an operation you want to conduct, you can use this computer to communicate with us. By the way, I've already uploaded Miss Spider's contact information and mine."

"Got it." Catherine took the computer. "You have to accompany me to another place. I still have someone I want to meet."

"At your command, Miss Catherine."

"Go to the bright silver ballroom. There's an old man who's been waiting for me there for a long time," Catherine's tone was resentful. Trent wanted to say something more, but she obediently shut his mouth.

Bright Silver Ballroom. It was supposedly a high-class bar, but in fact, it was owned by the Coven. All the alcohol in the bar came from the Coven's own winery, Corning Heights.

Due to what had happened to the Duke, Corning Heights' output had begun to plummet recently. Without the support of Corning Heights, the Bright Silver Ballroom was just an empty shell.

After walking into the ballroom, Catherine did not find the old man.

"Wait at the door," Catherine ordered Trent.

"Yes, Godmother," Trent obeyed.

Leaving Trent behind, Catherine walked alone through the bar and toward the back of the ballroom. The empty ballroom was filled with broken bottles and nothing else.

Pushing aside the curtain in the middle of the ballroom, it was almost as if there was another world behind.

"Are you ready to perform?" A familiar bass voice came from her side.

"Is that the only reason you chose this place?" Catherine could not help but laugh. In her impression, the Godfather was not a person who knew how to appreciate the arts.

If a person's life was like a dictionary, then the Godfather's dictionary definitely did not have the word "Romanticism" inside.

"Come and dance, girl. Do you still remember the tango dance steps I taught you before? Dance for me."

"I never knew the tango was a solo dance." Catherine extended her hand to the Godfather, indicating for him to join her. She had never seen the sentimental side of the old man, even when she recalled his childhood, when he taught her to dance, he was still so rigid, without any artistic flavor mixed in his dance.

"Indeed it isn't. It seems that I have successfully cultivated some of your interests," The Godfather said self-deprecatingly.

"But there are still some areas that need to be improved, Godmother." Another figure dashed out from behind the Godfather. "After all, the next event requires your hard work, so the Godfather and I agree that you need to be nurtured."

Lady Spider extended her hand to Catherine, expressing her request. Catherine saw that the Godfather was unmoved, so she placed her hand in the middle of her palm.

"I had expected her to appear, but I never knew where she had been hiding."

"It's dim and the color of my clothes are rather dark, so it's natural for me to be able to hide. This is the first lesson of being an agent." As Lady Spider held Catherine's hand, they began the unique dance steps of the tango.

"I've always felt that Sartre was more suitable for dark-colored clothes," The Godfather said with an exaggerated laugh. Sartre was Lady Spider's name.

"So that's your name. It's quite special."

"Thank you for your praise, Godmother. However, I feel that you should pay more attention to your own steps. If the tango's soul-like dance steps are wrong, it will be a joke for your partner."

"Okay, but seriously, are you really not thinking about losing weight?" Catherine asked such a question.

Spider didn't say anything more but continued to dance with Catherine.

"Maybe it's time to play some music." The Godfather played some music, and the tango song started playing.

Just like that, the two of them became more and more familiar with each other, and they became more and more taciturn. It had only been ten minutes, and Catherine was starting to lose pace with Sartre.

"Oh, damn it... You're obviously elegant, how did you manage to look so light and graceful?"

"Maybe you should pay more attention to counting the time, instead of emphasizing all kinds of excuses for your slow thinking," Sartre said lightly.

After the two of them danced for another ten minutes, the Godfather turned off the stereo and Spider turned on the lights in the theater.

Catherine was still very confident. At least this time, she would not be laughed at by the people around her for not knowing how to dance.