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Lights streamed across the ballroom, illuminating the scene before them. The air wafted through the crowd, smelling of sweet cakes and pastries. The event was only exclusive for the biggest names in the business circle. In fact, the poorest guest invited owned tens of millions of dollars. Under the cascading chandelier, both men and women embraced each other as they danced to the slow music. Those who weren't were standing near the bar area, chattering about the latest establishments or jewelry that they had bought.
The ladies by the side held their glasses gracefully as they immersed themselves into a discussion about the latest fashion trends that had been released. Their bodies were covered with shining jewelry. In fact, it was almost difficult to see them through all the glitter.
Wearing a sapphire blue knee-length dress, Amy Luo sat on the corner far from the crowd. Her soft face was powdered with light makeup, making her look incredibly youthful compared to the other women. At that moment, her eyes were narrowed at the groups of people around her. Her mind trenched deeper inside of her thoughts as a completely different scene played in her mind.
In a village far away from the view of the city, there was a small courtyard in the middle of a vast land. Although it was not as spacious as the ballroom, it definitely wasn't as crowded. The grounds were paved with long slates. The house in the center of it all was simple yet ancient. In fact, during the harsh rainy days, the ceilings would creak and leak from the damp wood. They had to put up a bucket to catch the droplets from staining the carpet. However, there was always something about that sound of dripping water that had calmed her through the stormy night. When she closed her eyes, she could still hear the little whistle that had highlighted the most powerful song of nature.
The yard was filled with a variety of animals like chickens and ducks, and they weren't spared from their droppings. In fact, they were scattered everywhere. Occasionally, an old woman would sweep through the pavements with her large broom. Her eyes were always bright with satisfaction, with not an ounce of irritation marring her features.
Outside the yard was a vegetable field filled with ripe fruits and healthy plants that were ready for harvest. All of this could be attributed to the lovely, hard-working man who continually farmed the fields. He had been busy around the grounds for five years. Not only was he incredibly self-sufficient, but she also never heard him complain even once. In fact, she could tell that he dedicated his entire life to the plants around him.
There was a difference between luxury and cheap items, and people could be distinguished the same way. 'These people...they don't know the meaning of hardship.' Tears welled up in Amy Luo's eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. It had been more than half a month since she had taken a break. Maybe it was time for her to visit her home and have a look around.
However, before she could, a man had slowly approached her with a smile. "Miss," he slurred, politely stretching out his right hand.
"May I offer you a dance?" He stared at her breasts the entire time.
"Go away!" Amy Luo snorted in disdain. She sneered at the man with all her heart, yet it seemed as if he still couldn't get a hint.
The man was stunned by her sudden coldness, but he quickly recovered. Instead of leaving, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist. "No one dares to talk to me that way, witch!" His face morphed into a snarl.
"Let me go!" Amy Luo stared at her wrist expressionlessly. There was something about her indifference that made him even more irritated at the sight. He was going to show this bitch a lesson or two about disrespecting him! He raised his hand, ready to smack the living hell out of her when his arm stopped in mid-swing. A sharp pain coursed through his cheek and he quickly loosened his grip on the woman's wrist.
He yelled out, clutching the side of his face. "How dare you do this to me?" he demanded, gritting his teeth.
"Miss Amy, what should we do with him?" The suited man who had subdued him waited for Amy's reply. She shrugged and walked up the steps, without even looking back at the sniveling man.
"Throw him out!" Her words echoed throughout the ballroom. Almost immediately, several men crowded over the young man, lifted him up, and threw him out of the ballroom as if they were throwing a bag of garbage. The strings of curses and threats the man had issued had attracted the attention and whispers of countless of people, but Amy was completely unmoved by this. The scumbag deserved it.
"Who is she? She must be incredibly capable!" When Amy disappeared up the steps, her name set the crowds on fire.
"Don't you know her?" one of them interrupted. "She's none other than Ben Luo's daughter! The CEO of LQ Real Estate!"
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