After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 994

Chapter 994

Her soft waist was incredibly beautiful.

The onlookers wished they could give her a pair of water sleeves to let her perform to her heart's content.

Tristan's face was dark, and he was internally collapsing!

He could do anything, except dance traditional folk dances!

His face turned pale with anger, but he held back, not wanting to leave the dance floor to Sylvia alone!

If he left, it would mean he had lost!

He would be a failure, and his pride would be shattered!

Tristan's competitive spirit wouldn't allow him to lose, but he found himself gradually unable to keep up.

Because... Sylvia's dance steps changed again; she started performing cool street dance moves.

Everyone knew that street dance moves were stylish and very challenging.

And he couldn't do it at all!

As a nobleman, he had only learned social dances that were elegant and graceful, not cool and flashy ones.

When Sylvia performed a high-difficulty spin, he had no choice but to let go of her hand and leave the floor in disgrace.

The entire dance floor was left with only Sylvia spinning rapidly.

She was doing an eighteen-turn, 360-degree spin.

The skirt of her dress blossomed into a dazzling flower in mid-air as she spun.

She was the most eye-catching focus of the entire scene!

"Even the kings of street dance rarely spin this fast!"

"Yeah! Eighteen spins would make most people dizzy. That's why many top dancers choose to spin more slowly."

"Eighteen spins aren't impossible, but spinning this fast! She's the first!"

"This... is even more impressive than the dance kings!"

Some who had studied dance began to whisper professionally.

Annika and the other women were stunned.

"Even such high-difficulty moves can't stump her?" Martha's eyes were about to pop out.

Maritza swallowed hard, equally dumbfounded. "Mr. Sweeney actually left the floor; he really couldn't keep up with her."

"Of course! She changes dance styles every moment; who can keep up?" Jaelynn's heart was pounding wildly. Sylvia was so beautiful! So cool! So domineering!

Finally!

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Sylvia stopped spinning and ended with a perfect pose.

Her clear eyes landed coldly on Tristan's face in the crowd. The man's face was ashen, clearly looking like he was about to explode with anger.

She curled her lips, stepping towards Tristan in high heels. Each step seemed to trample on his dignity; she was like the queen of the hall!

Exuding an aura of absolute dominance!

"Mr. Sweeney, thank you for your cooperation. It's been a long time since I've danced so freely."

Tristan's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, but he smiled, a strong desire for conquest in his smile. Very good, Sylvia!

You have successfully caught my attention!

"Miss Andrews has profound dance skills; I am ashamed of my inferiority."

Sylvia smiled slightly. "I'm a bit tired and need to rest. Mr. Sweeney, excuse me."

With that, she gracefully left and went straight to the resting area.

After sitting on the sofa, Old Mrs. Hipps came over with Clare. The old lady had a worried look on her face. "Are you tired? You've been dancing for so long, and you're still wearing high heels..."

Sylvia shook her head. "I'm not tired, Grandma. I'm fine."

The little episode at the banquet quickly passed, but Sylvia's perfect dance moves remained deeply etched in everyone's minds.

Late at night, the banquet ended.

As the crowd dispersed, she returned to her room, took off her high heels, and looked at her bleeding heels, where the skin had long been worn away.

It was as if she felt no pain; she expressionlessly took a tissue to wipe it off.

Tristan, you won't get away with what you did to me today.

As she was treating her wound, there was a knock on the door. She quickly put on socks and slippers to hide her injured foot before opening the door.

Clare stood outside with a cup of hot milk. "Sylvia, I noticed you didn't eat much tonight, so I brought you some hot milk. It will make your stomach feel better."

Sylvia felt a surge of warmth in her heart and took the milk. "Thank you, Uncle."

"Get some rest." Clare said before leaving.

After drinking the warm milk, Sylvia quickly took off her socks and continued treating her wound. She couldn't help but think of Franklin, wondering how he was doing now.

Oh! If he were here... tonight's events wouldn't have happened!

The crescent moon hung in the sky, stars sparse.

The entire presidential residence was almost silent except for streetlights and occasional patrols.