Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband novel Chapter 27

Carter led Cora to an exclusive lounge, which had been specially built according to Byron's preferences, as the banquet hall for this engagement party was also one of his properties.

With a little more thought, one should be able to deduce the connection between Cora and Byron. Unfortunately, Eason and the others believed that it was simply Carter overstepping his authority by using Byron's lounge. They believed that Byron and Cora, coming from completely different worlds, would never cross paths.

"I'm not going in. My friend is still waiting for me," Cora asserted.

"Mr. Hansen is inside," Carter said.

Cora frowned. She really wanted to ask, ‘So?!’ But before she could utter a word, Carter pushed open the door.

Cora's gaze landed on the man sitting in the innermost part of the lounge. Byron was dressed in a black suit, blending seamlessly with the room's black decor.

As he smoked, the cigarette between his fingers emitted a flickering glow, adding to his deep and cold aura. His piercing eyes fixated on Cora's feet.

Recalling the indifference on Byron's face in the hall, Cora had no desire to subject herself to further humiliation.

"Mr. Hansen, I’m going back, I—"

Before she could finish speaking, Byron extinguished his cigarette and approached her, putting his arms around her waist.

The faint scent of aftershave mixed with tobacco instantly surrounded Cora, causing her nose to inexplicably sting. Though she disliked physical contact like this, she couldn't deny the allure of Byron's aura, which curiously put her at ease.

Before Cora could fully regain her composure, Byron's voice resonated from above her head. "Mhm, it's better for you to go back. You shouldn't have come here."

Byron's voice was lower and gentler, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. People would probably never believe that Byron could speak to a woman in such a soft tone. Yet, Byron couldn't figure out how his words could have angered Cora.

The woman who had obediently stayed in his embrace moments ago suddenly pushed him away with all her strength, her voice filled with resentment. "Yes, indeed, I shouldn't have come to this place. There's no need to humiliate myself here!"

Cora was almost hysterical. She resembled a cat with its fur standing on end, ready to fight anyone who crossed her path.

Yet she was well aware that Byron was not someone she could afford to offend. Thus, without waiting for Byron's response, Cora swiftly exited the lounge and returned to the banquet hall.

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The engagement party was about to commence, and nearly all the guests had arrived.

As Cora gracefully passed through the crowd, making her way to Sally, she became a living embodiment of a goddess in the eyes of men. Their exclaims of admiration filled the air, while even the women who had surrounded Mia showered Cora with praise.

"That must be a runaway princess from a fairytale book!"

"I wonder who did her plastic surgery? They removed her angel wings flawlessly!"

"A face like hers could have secured 300 years of peace if she had been born in ancient times!"

The praises kept pouring in, as if everyone had forgotten how they had previously flattered Mia, who couldn't help but feel that the praises for her were insincere.