This whole scene had everyone scratching their heads. Pretty much every guest here was some top-tier tycoon—net worths over a billion, no big deal. But after the Su Group’s recent disasters, their assets had tanked hard. Sophie Su’s family was down from over a billion to just a few hundred million, and with the herbal business in crisis, if things dragged on another month, they’d be lucky to break even, let alone hit a hundred million.
So when Drake Long strolled over to Sophie Su with that big grin, a bunch of rich girls instantly felt super salty.
“Seriously, why’s Young Master Drake heading straight for that little vixen? Is she actually trying to seduce people now?”
“She’s just some high school kid, how hot could she possibly be? She can’t hold a candle to us sexy mature ladies. Relax, Drake’s just walking that way—no way he’s actually going for her!”
“Exactly! No way Drake would go for her. He probably doesn’t even know who she is. I bet he’s just heading over to greet some heavyweight guest!”
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The rich girls kept gossiping—until, out of nowhere, Drake Long actually stopped right in front of Sophie Su.
In an instant, every fiery gaze locked onto Sophie Su. The other heiresses practically ground their teeth to dust.
“Miss Su, welcome to tonight’s ball. You look absolutely stunning. Come, be my dance partner!” Drake Long put on his best fake gentleman act, elegantly extending his white-gloved hand.
Right then, a bunch of rich girls turned bright red with rage. Some looked ready to smash their phones, glaring at Sophie Su like she was their mortal enemy.
But just then, Sophie Su flashed a sweet smile and said, “Sorry, Young Master Drake, I’m really honored to be invited to this amazing ball—but I already have a dance partner. This is my boyfriend, Ryan Ling, and he’s the one I’ll be dancing with tonight!”
Boom! The whole crowd practically exploded—some people straight-up shouted, and the rich girls couldn’t help but spit curses.
“What the hell? Drake Long asks her to dance and she actually turns him down? Talk about not knowing her place—I swear I could slap her!”
“Right? The Su Group—ha! They’re about to go bust, and this so-called beauty chairwoman dares to act all high and mighty here. What a joke!”
“Seriously, I’ve never heard anyone so cocky! She even rejected Drake Long. Who’s her boyfriend anyway—a Jinling tycoon or some Yanjing wild child? What makes him think he can compare to Drake?”
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All the trash talk around them definitely reached Drake Long’s ears. No matter how hard he tried to play the gentleman, his face was starting to look pretty sour.
“So, Young Master Drake, if there’s nothing else, can I take my partner inside?” Sophie Su lifted her chin, grabbed Ryan Ling’s arm, and looked totally regal.
Ryan Ling didn’t say a word. Not because he was intimidated by the scene—he just didn’t care. With his current skills and status, none of these so-called blessed mortals were even worth noticing.
“F-fine, go ahead!” Drake Long forced a smile, biting his lip. With so many people watching, he had no choice but to let it slide.
Sophie Su nodded politely, then strode inside arm-in-arm with Ryan Ling. Ryan followed behind, straight as a rod, looking for all the world like her personal butler. Tonight, Sophie was totally queen of the ball.
Brandon Feng popped out, eyes blazing. “Bro, that chick is way too cocky—she totally doesn’t care about you. And that punk with her? That’s Ryan Ling. Look at him all dressed up, acting like a big shot. Makes me wanna beat him up!”
“Enough talk. Once everyone’s inside, lock down the place. Tonight, I’m gonna ruin them!”
“Got it. Leave it to me—tonight not even a fly gets out!” Brandon grinned wickedly and waved his men off to get started.
A few minutes later, the ballroom started filling up. Under the flashing lights, everyone just couldn’t help but move to the music.
Most folks were still chilling at their tables, chatting and drinking, but plenty of eyes stayed glued to Sophie Su and Ryan Ling—especially the rich girls. No way tonight was ending peacefully.
“Alright, ladies and gents, let’s see you dance! The Samba squad is here!” A few lead dancers hyped up the crowd, and a wave of teens poured onto the floor.
Samba’s wild energy, cha-cha’s bold moves, and that Latin vibe set the whole place on fire.
In no time, the dance floor turned into a sea of passion.
Even the usually reserved ladies ditched their shawls, hiked up their skirts, and got wild. A bunch of lecherous tycoons started inviting pretty girls up to join them.
Soon, the elegant waltz kicked off. Sparks flew between couples—guys and girls just couldn’t help cuddling up, sneaking in a little mischief under the dim lights. Half an hour of wild, flirty dancing later, the lights came up and a few pairs were still clinging together in the corners, savoring the moment. Only when the crowd started staring did they finally, slowly, let go.
Passion was just standard fare here—some folks were used to it, but the newbies blushed bright red.
“Alright folks, looks like everyone’s warmed up! Now for tonight’s grand finale—the dance-off! Place your bets, we’ve got international judges for fairness, so jump in and show us what you’ve got!” The lead dancers hyped up the crowd, clearly loving this new segment.
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As soon as the announcement dropped, all the dance-trained rich kids rushed the stage. The bets started at a hundred grand a round—nothing to these tycoons. Winning meant showing off your moves in front of everyone, and losing just meant playing a few less hands of cards tonight.
The dance-off got wild fast. Couples started betting watches and jade Buddhas on top of cash, and everyone was totally into it.
But through it all, Ryan Ling and Sophie Su didn’t budge. The party was so hyped, people almost forgot they were even there.
Just then, Asia’s self-styled dance king, Drake Long, stood up again and walked over to Sophie Su. Grinning, he said, “I’ve heard Miss Su’s dancing is legendary—since everyone’s in such high spirits, I’d love to see your skills for myself!”
The moment Drake Long made his move, the rich girls who’d been holding back started fanning the flames.
“Yeah, Miss Su must be amazing—she was so cocky earlier, she’s gotta have real skills.”
“Drake Long asked you to be his partner and you said no. Now he’s inviting you to a dance-off—don’t tell me you’re gonna turn him down again?”
“Exactly! The youngest chairwoman in Su Group history, basically a goddess—everyone wants to see your legendary dance moves!”
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With the crowd egging her on, Sophie Su was out of excuses—she couldn’t refuse anymore.
“Fine, I’ll dance-off with you—one-on-one, how about it?” Sophie Su stood up, biting her lip. The Su Group’s reputation was on the line and she wasn’t backing down.
“What’s the point of one-on-one? This is a partner dance event—why bring a partner if you’re going solo?” Drake Long sneered at Ryan Ling. “Don’t tell me your so-called partner is just a prop? Or maybe he just looks good but is totally useless?”
“Excuse me?” Sophie Su knew Drake Long was starting trouble, but she also knew Ryan Ling couldn’t dance.
But just as Sophie was struggling, Ryan Ling stood up. “Since Young Master Drake’s so interested, why not have a dance-off tonight?”