After Divorce She Becomes the Billionaire Heiress (Sylvia and Cyril) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Well–Matched 

“Did you not get a good night’s sleep? You look especially worn out,” Jonathan remarked as he walked in and caught sight of Cyril’s weary expression.

Indeed, last night’s party had dragged on a bit too late, prompting everyone to stay over at the estate for rest. However, Cyril had been one of the earliest to retreat for the night, so logically, he shouldn’t have appeared so tired.

Cyril lifted his head to respond when Jonathan suddenly leaned in close, his eyes wide with an eager gleam for gossip.

“By the way, 

I saw you dancing with a lady last night. Boy, could she dance! Looked like a pro to me. And someone who can show up at that kind of party must be someone of status. Ah, you’ve got it good, Cyril. You step away from a bad marriage, and you seem to land on your feet wherever you go.”

There was a hint of envy in Jonathan’s voice. He too had danced with someone last night, but his luck hadn’t been as good; he ended up with another man as a dance partner, which made for a rather awkward situation. So he couldn’t help but keep an eye on Cyril’s much more appealing circumstances.

“Do you

think she was well–matched with me?” Cyril asked, somewhat surprised by Jonathan’s comment, as this wasn’t something he’d typically say.

Jonathan nodded, genuinely believing they were a good match. Even behind a mask, she was evidently graceful and had an impressive poise. “You’ve built a successful business over the years, and even if it’s not quite at the scale of the Evans Corporation, you’re still doing exceptionally well. So yeah, I think you two are compatible. What’s so strange about that? She might not even be in your league.”

After hearing this, Cyril shook his head with a smile, “You wouldn’t say that if

who she was.”

you knew

This piqued Jonathan’s competitive side. How could they possibly be ill–suited? He was eager to find out exactly who Cyril had been dancing with.

“It was Sylvia,” Cyril revealed. Other than himself, it seemed no one at the party had recognized that the woman he was dancing with was Sylvia. That explained why Jonathan had come straight to him to chat about the previous evening’s events.

Jonathan’s face momentarily crumpled with disbelief. He thought the pair were perfectly matched, and now he was told the woman in question was Sylvia? The realization made him doubt his own judgment.

“You’re not pulling my leg, are you? The woman you danced with was Sylvia?” Jonarisan asked, taken aback.

Cyril nodded. “Didn’t you recognize her?**

Jonathan’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could anyone have recognized the guests under such heavy disguises last night? With everyone so thoroughly masked, even their true faces obscured, how could he possibly distinguish who was who?

And Cyril, he was nothing short of supernatural to have identified the amidst the crowd.

“Just how did you recognize Sylvia in that situation last night? Why couldn’t I see it? And 1 heard many familiar faces were at the party, but when I went in, I couldn’t identify a single person,” Jonathan questioned, perplexed.

Cyril paused, struck by the question. Indeed, why was he able to spot Sylvia so easily in the crowd? It would be impossible unless you knew someone to a certain depth.

He was on the brink of understanding something, just a bit more thought and he would decipher why, but his train of thought was abruptly interrupted by Jonathan.

“Never mind all that. The real reason I came today was to talk about something else. Someone wants to invite us to lunch. Are you interested?” Jonathan was eager to change the subject, feeling somewhat defeated by his failure to recognize anyone the previous night.

The prospect of discussing the invitation seemed to intrigue him, and he gave Cyril a nudge

and a wink.

Cyril’s reflections were disrupted, and he brushed off Jonathan’s antics, turning his attention back to his own matters.

“Don’t ignore me, man. I’ve really got something to say, and it’s important. They’re asking us out to lunch for business reasons.”

“All I ever hear from you is goofing around, not “business,“” Cyril retorted with a tinge of

“You’re not pulling my leg, are you? The woman you danced with was Sylvia?” Jonathan asked, taken aback.

Cyril paused, struck by the question. Indeed, why was he able to spot Sylvia so easily in the crowd? It would be impossible unless you knew someone to a certain depth.