ReadGoodChapter 293 The gala officially began at six in the evening.
Since Andrew and Dylan were not there to dance, they found a spot to sit down and sample the gourmet offerings while keeping an eye on Finley and Yvonnes movements.
The West End gala attracted Jayrodales elite society, and the dining area showcased nothing.
but premium delicacies.
There are sreal beauties here, like that Serena, Dylan said admiringly.
I wouldnt mind getting to know such a sultry woman.
Andrew gave him an odd look and said, Youre sick youve got the Casanova Syndrome.
Mr.
Lloyd, is this Casanova Syndrserious? Dylan asked anxiously, knowing that Andrew was a brilliant physician whose diagnoses were never to be taken lightly ..
Andrew peeled a lobster tail, popped it in his mouth, and shook his head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis condition is usually incurable.
Incurable ? Dylans face turned pale .
Mr.
Lloyd, am I going to die? You wont die, Andrew laughed, making Dylan sigh with relief.
Mr.
Lloyd, Ive never heard of this Casanova Syndrbefore.
Is it real? Dylan asked curiously.
Andrew glanced at him and replied casually, This condition has existed since ancient times, just unnamed until now.
The symptoms include lusting after other mens wives and having peculiar tastes.
Thats considered a disease? Dylan was dumbfounded.
I bet 90% of men worldwide have this condition.
Andrew shook his head with a smile, I wouldnt know about that, but I dont have it.
Dylan grinned.
You dont have it now, Mr.
Lloyd, but wait until youre in your 30s or 40s! After all, other mens wives always seem more appealing than your own.
Andrew was speechless.
Over the past few days, he realized that despite Dylans rough exterior, he was quite the ladies man underneath It was likely that Dylan, like Atlas, had his fair share of mistresses .
Nonetheless, Andrew did not care about such things.
It would have been more surprising if Dylan, as a local power player, was completely pure and innocent.
My apologies for keeping everyone waiting, Natasha announced as she made her grand entrance.
Please, enjoy yourselves! She was dressed elegantly in a designer evening gown that was both alluring and sophisticated.
All eyes were immediately drawn to her, particularly her curves, though she maintained an air of dignified aloofness befitting the queen of West End, Madam Vostokoff, may I have the honor of your first dance? Finley approached her with a smile.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNatasha batted her eyelashes and replied with a sile, Mr.
Moore, dont you have Ms.
Puller as your partner? Wouldnt she be upset if you asked a widow liketo dance? Finley replied shanielessly , No worries, I can dance with you first, then with her.
Though still smiling, Natasha declined, Although you look quite dashing tonight, Mr.
Moore, 1 already have another dance partner in mind.
Finleys grin turned mischievous.
Who else here is worthy of dancing with you besides me? Surely youn Before Natasha must be joking 2 could respond, several voices chimed in to flatter Finley. Thats right! No one is more qualified to dance with Madam Vostokoff tonight than Mr.
Moore.
Finley is young, wealthy, and skilled in martial arts not to mention his extraordinary background.
Hes the only perfect match to be Madam Vostokoffs partner! Madam Vostokoff is a queen in her own right and Mr. Moore is a dashing prince.
Together, theyd be nothing short of perfection! Dylan spat out his drink and muttered, These bootlickers really have no shor principles when it comes to sucking up to Finley. Andrew chuckled, noting how many people were eager to curry favor with Finley.
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