Chapter 92

"Six o'clock. Do you see the man standing there?" Sebastian asked.

He and Eleanor were dancing, their bodies pressed close together. It had been a while since Eleanor had done something this enjoyable, and her breathing became slightly uneven. A thin layer of sweat glistened on her nose.

When she heard Sebastian's question, she glanced over. "Yeah. So?"

"That's Dylan Stewart, the son of Ethan Stewart, CEO of Tidalwaye Holdings. He's been watching you for a while now. I'll introduce you two later, and you'll dance with him for a bit. How does that sound?" Eleanor chuckled. "Why should I?"

"I'm planning to collaborate with Ethan," Sebastian said, not hiding anything from her. He continued, "If you help me this once, I'll give you direct shares in the production of your comic adaptation. If the TV series becomes a hit, you'll get your fair share of the profits too." Eleanor merely chuckled again, seemingly uninterested in Sebastian's offer. He wasn't surprised by her reaction and pressed on, "Of course, money alone won't tempt you. But isn't this a chance to boost your confidence?"

Eleanor didn't retort this time. After a few seconds of thought, she asked, "When you said you needed my help, did you mean just dancing with him?"

"Of course not," Sebastian chuckled. "Tidalwaye Holdings is gaining traction, and many people want to talk to Ethan's son tonight. If you dance with him, I need you to put in a good word for me."

"I don't even know him. What makes you think he'll listen to me?"

"Afterward, I need you to find out if Ethan would be willing to have a private meal with me," Sebastian said casually, making it clear that their deal hinged on her successfully arranging the meeting.

Eleanor fell silent briefly before nodding. "Okay."

Sebastian smiled, satisfied. Just then, their dance ended. Eleanor let go of his hand, gracefully spinning several times before landing with a perfect bow. Applause echoed through the party hall.

Sebastian chuckled and led Eleanor over to Dylan Stewart. "Hi, Mr. Stewart."

Dylan nodded at Sebastian before glancing at Eleanor. After scanning her from head to toe, he asked, "You danced wonderfully. Are you a professional dancer?"

There were many guests at the party, and Sebastian, as the owner of Magnolia Pictures, held a prestigious position in the entertainment industry. It wasn't unusual for him to bring a professional dancer.

"Not at all. I'm just dancing casually," Eleanor replied.

"It doesn't look casual to me," Dylan said.

"I'm just familiar with the previous songs. I might be out of my depth with the next one," Eleanor said, raising her eyes to meet Dylan's gaze with a grin.

"Then would it be inappropriate for me to invite you to dance a third time?" Dylan asked.

Sebastian had intended to introduce Eleanor to Dylan, but it seemed unnecessary now.

Just as Eleanor was about to nod and agree to dance with Dylan, someone appeared beside her and extended a hand. "May I have this dance?" The man's voice was crisp and deep.

It felt like a rock had been thrown into a tranquil lake, disturbing its peace and sending ripples across the surface.

Eleanor couldn't help but tremble. She thought she had misheard. After all, Nathaniel had never liked attending events like these. Besides, wasn't he overseas right now?

But her fleeting hope vanished quickly. He might have been wearing a mask, but she could never mistake those eyes for anyone else's.