Chapter 94

Eleanor and Dylan's negotiation went smoothly. In fact, they continued with their second dance instead of leaving, the dance floor still lively even after the first song had ended.

"I don't think I've got your name yet," Dylan couldn't resist asking her.

Raising an eyebrow, she replied, "It's a masquerade ball, I don't see a need for us to exchange names."

"But you already know who I am. Isn't that a little unfair for me?"

"There are plenty of people who are aware of your identity here. There's nothing I can do about it when you're so famous." There was a tinge of resignation in her tone.

However, Dylan didn't appear the slightest bit angry. Instead, he simply asked, "Does that mean that I won't get the chance to take you out for a meal after tonight?"

"Oh, you can still take me out." Eleanor nodded earnestly as she continued, "When the time comes, you can bring your father along, and I'll come with Mr. Knight. Wouldn't it be nice if we had a meal together?"

"So, it turns out you're Sebastian's subordinate all this time. Are you his secretary? Or perhaps his assistant? Could you be one of the talents under his company?" He made his guesses one after another.

But instead of giving him an answer, Eleanor simply asked, "So, what do you say about the meal, Mr. Stewart?"

"Well, I'll definitely accept it if you'll be there."

"Alright," Eleanor agreed without hesitation.

Dylan stared at her for a while before he spoke up, "You're not pulling any tricks, are you? I've remembered you tonight. All it takes is a glance, and I'll know if Sebastian finds someone else to replace you."

Eleanor only smiled in response.

"What, don't you believe me?" he asked.

"I do," she replied with a serious nod. "Thank you for your favor, Mr. Stewart. Rest assured, I'll be there as promised. As for whether you can recognize me... well, that depends on how sharp your eyes are."

"I'm starting to get more curious about your identity." Using the dance steps to his advantage, Dylan took a long stride toward Eleanor as he spoke.

Startled, she was just about to step back when someone suddenly reached their leg out and stepped on Dylan's foot. Infuriated, Dylan immediately raised his head and snapped, "Who—"

The chandelier overhead suddenly flickered just as his words fell. The next moment, all the lights in the banquet hall went out. A few startled screams instantly rang out in the venue.

A frown crossed Dylan's face. He was just about to grab Eleanor's hand when someone suddenly bumped into him from behind. In the end, he only managed to grasp at thin air.

It didn't take long for the lights in the banquet hall to come back on. The incident only happened within a span of several seconds. But by the time Dylan looked over, he realized that the person before him had changed.

At the same time, a woman who was dressed in a black gown stared back at him in shock.

Eleanor had no idea who had dragged her away. She wanted to struggle, but the person quickly covered her mouth with his hand.

The fear of the unknown only caused her panic to grow amid the darkness. Her mask fell to the ground when she struggled to break free.

The man slid his hand down her waist as his palm pressed against her bare skin. Memories of that haunting nightmare instantly resurfaced in her mind as her struggles to break free grew even more intense.

She was just about to scream when the man grabbed her chin and moved in to kiss her.

Seizing the opportunity, Eleanor immediately landed a kick at his crotch.

The man let out a groan and released his grip on her hands.

Just then, the lights overhead came back on.

"Eleanor," the man gritted out coldly.