The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 42

Lyra remained calm and collected, "Alright."

She turned her head to look at Cody, but saw Cody blushing with obvious awkwardness, and he said in a very small voice, "Lyra... I can't do this song. Am I embarrassing you?"

Lyra didn't say anything, and didn't mean to blame him.

Sheila once again broke the silence, smiling more smugly, "It seems that Mr. Carver can't help you. What would you do now? What if no one here want to dance with you? How embarrassing would that be!"

Lyra remained silent as her eyes scanned across the men in the room.

A few men coveted the beautiful Lyra and at one point they wanted to stand up and invite her, but to think that she was wearing a knock-off dress, they were afraid they would be disgraced being on stage with her, so they eventually gave up.

For two minutes, none in the room asked to dance with Lyra.

Sheila's smug grin could not get any wider.

She was about to continue taunting Lyra when suddenly from the back of the crowd came a man's husky voice.

"I wonder if Miss Carroll would like to dance with me?"

The crowd looked over. Melvin had returned to the hall at some point and was looking at Lyra on the red carpet with an intense gaze.

He actually never left the room, but just went to a quiet and inconspicuous place to stay; he did not want to get involved in the clash between women.

But Charlotte had finished her dance, which meant there was probably something wrong with Lyra's dress.

If he danced with Lyra, he could help cover her waistline to prevent the dress from being ripped, so as to avoid the embarrassing outcome.

He thought he was just being nice, but some people thought different.

"Melvin..."

"Brother!"

Charlotte and Sheila spoke out almost simultaneously.

Sheila was very excited, "Brother, how can you help her! You are Charlotte's fiancé. You didn't even help Charlotte, instead you want to help this woman. What will the others think of Charlotte then? You can't do this to her, right?"

Charlotte did not complain, just looking at him pitifully with her eyes reddened. But in her heart, she was already bellowing with hatred.

If Lyra really agreed to his invitation, then what did it make her, the current fiancée of Melvin look like?

Melvin actually asked to dance with Lyra regardless of the awkwardness, but his didn't even offer his help to his fiancée?

What the hell!

In an instant, the intense hatred in Charlotte's heart reached its peak.

Melvin ignored the two women's accusations and looked at Lyra again, his eyes signaling her to accept his invitation.

Lyra just threw a glance at him and then withdrew her gaze. She walked straight to the stage, speaking emotionlessly, "I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Freeman, but it is not necessary, because I want to do, the solo dance."

"What?! This woman is crazy, right?"

"Such a difficult song and she actually wants to dance alone? And look at her expression just now. She didn't even take Mr. Freeman seriously."

"She's so arrogant. I can't wait to see her make a fool of herself!"

"..."

The guests' discussion around Lyra was feverish.

Charlotte, by contrast, was quietly relieved.

Sheila smiled triumphantly, "Good."

Being rejected, Melvin couldn't hide the displeasure on his face. He pursed his lips, did not say anything else and sat back in his seat.

Since the person rejected his kindness so firmly, then he wouldn't bother anymore.

Lyra was standing on the stage, as if she did not hear the voices of doubt around.

When the music was on, she was quickly immersed in it, and her whole aura suddenly changed.

The guests, seeing that she was about to start, all went silent and sat back to watch the show.

But...

One second, two seconds...

The people who were waiting to see the clown gradually became in awe!

Lyra in the spotlight was moving along the music.

The long snow-white dress was swaying and flowing, making her like an angel of the night.

She seemed to have become one with the music, sometimes grand and elegant, sometimes passionate and wild. Even the most difficult cross-steps, spins and jumps in the song had been interpreted perfectly by her.

She had adapted a dance-for-two into a proper female solo dance.

'Lover' seemed to be a dance song specially made for her.

"Oh my God! How did she do that?"

"This is simply the best 'Lover' dance I've ever seen!"

"What a pity. If only I had just stood up and invited her to dance. She was so beautiful! What did I miss!"

The men who refused to step out before were now sighing and wailing.

If they could hold that slim waist for just a second, tonight would be more than worth it!

Some people regretted it, others marveled at it.

All the guests were so engrossed in this dance by Lyra.

Melvin also fixed his gaze on the person who was like a white swan on stage, his eyes sparkling with surprise.

To perform the world's most difficult tango dance so perfectly, one needed at least five years of learning and practice.

Since the divorce, Lyra had been like a mysterious treasure vault to him, constantly giving him surprises as he dug deeper.

How many more surprises she had that he didn't know about?

Charlotte was also astonished, who was standing at the very back corner of the stage, where the lights couldn't reach her.

She could clearly see how amazed the guests were, especially her beloved Melvin, who hadn't looked away once throughout the dance.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she was, grinding her teeth, her face distorted due to jealousy and resentment.

But in a few seconds, she figured it out.

So what if Lyra was impressing everyone with the dance!

The more she was being praised now, the more embarrassed she was gonna be later.

As the dance was reaching a final crescendo, the guests were holding their breath watching Lyra's graceful spinning. It required a high intensity of movement that if the dress was ripped at this point, then such a beautiful dance would be ruined!

At this time, Lyra on stage had spun for a dozen rounds consecutively to the climax of the song.

Charlotte and Sheila could barely hide the malice and excitement in their eyes!

The tenseness of the crowd had reached its peak too!

Just as the atmosphere was feverish for the moment, Lyra stopped spinning at the last note of the music and stood firmly on the stage with a sleek finishing move.

No accident.

There was no stage accident.

It was a splendid feast for the eyes.

The whole room fell into silence.

And then erupted the thunderous applause.

Lyra, surrounded by praise and awe, remained calm as if it was nothing special.

Her dancing posed a sharp contrast against Charlotte's performance.

The guests, who originally supported Charlotte, now did not even want to look at her. All they could remember was Lyra's fascinating dance.

But as this dance came to an end, a new problem emerged!

Both of them finished dancing without ripping their dresses.

So who on earth was wearing the authentic First Snow?