58. You Actually Dated This Kind Before?

The next day, coming out of the Yun City Central Airport, Daisy looked at this prosperous and uniquely characterized capital city, marveling repeatedly.

"This is truly beautiful, not inferior to Paris at all!"

Tara felt as if a lifetime had passed, murmuring softly: "Yes, very beautiful."

Just as her voice fell, a low-key luxury car came to a stop in front of her, and the driver's voice followed immediately with respect: "Hello, you must be Miss Tara Tang. CEO Shen sent me to pick you up."

Tara nodded: "Thank you for the trouble."

After getting into the car, Daisy asked curiously: "CEO Shen, is that the brother whose photo you showed me?"

Tara nodded: "Mhm."

Hearing this, Daisy narrowed her eyes, her sexy red lips curving up imperceptibly.

At night, at the entrance of a luxury private Bund hotel in Yun City.

"Ivy, why aren't you going in?"

The luxury Bentley pulled out of the original lane, stopping temporarily on one side of the driveway.

Leo had already given them the invitation, so they could enter at any time.

Daisy looked at Tara in front of her.

Tonight, she wore a royal blue sapphire-like dream galaxy satin gown. The delicate satin perfectly fitted her bust and waist, the lines smoothly extending downward, sketching out an incredibly slender waist, well-shaped hips, and long legs.

She was simply breathtakingly beautiful.

It wasn't an overly extravagant gown.

But worn on her body, complemented by that exceptionally gorgeous face, it became remarkably striking.

It was almost as if she were here to upstage the event.

Facing her confusion, Tara merely took out a matching blue butterfly mask she had prepared earlier from the car, and then placed it over her face.

Daisy grew even more puzzled, her blue fox-like eyes narrowing as she leaned closer, using her fingertip to lightly poke the tiny starlight near the bottom right of her mask's eye-tail: "What is this for again?"

"With such a beautiful face, why cover it up?"

Beneath the exposed half of her face, Tara's cherry-colored lips curved slightly, speaking playfully: "To give Killian a surprise."

In truth, more so because she was afraid that appearing so suddenly would scare Killian.

After all, her family didn't know the news of her "suicide" seven years ago.

With her family, Leo had used the excuse that she had provoked a formidable enemy and thus needed to hide her identity and temporarily avoid trouble to smooth things over. Her family cooperated, unifying their statements to the outside world by claiming she was missing.

Therefore, the outside world naturally wouldn't think she was a dead person, so it was fine.

But with Killian, it was different. She had directly acted out the entire video process of the so-called "suicide" for him to see. After the subsequent cover-ups and brainwashing by Leo, she was certainly thoroughly dead in Killian's mind right now.

A dead person suddenly appearing would be far too shocking; she still had to take it step by step.

Daisy nodded and smiled: "Ah, I see. But you shouldn't be allowed to wear a mask for entry, right?"

Tara explained: "My brother said that masks are allowed for entry at the banquet, because today's birthday banquet also features a masquerade ball segment."

So during that masquerade ball later, she could perhaps find a way to approach Killian, letting him gradually perceive her existence without taking off her mask first.

In that case, when she fully revealed her face later, it might not scare Killian too much.

"Oh, so that's how it is..." Daisy realized, saying with a bright smile: "Is there one for me? I want to try too, it feels so interesting!"

Tara nodded, drawing another mask specially prepared for her from the car and handing it to her.

Right during the gap while the two were adjusting their masks, they suddenly heard a burst of commotion coming from the banquet's red carpet entrance not far away.

Hearing the sound, Tara and Daisy paused their movements, focusing their gazes curiously to look over.

Then they saw a black Bentley Batur driving over slowly, stopping at the red carpet entrance of the banquet.

Without even knowing who was in the car, countless journalists waiting outside had already surged forward in excitement, the shutter flashes almost blinding people's eyes.

"Oh wow, such a huge turnout. Who is it?" Daisy crossed her arms, her sexy red lips curving up with interest.

The moment her voice fell, the door of the black Bentley was respectfully and slowly opened by the greeter.

From this angle, a corner could just be seen.

Thus, under the dazzling lights, a polished leather shoe touched the ground, followed by long, firm legs.

Within a brief moment, a tall and well-built silhouette stepped completely out of the car.

It was a silhouette so cold, aloof, and abstinent that it made people unable to resist their racing hearts and screams. His incredible physique was as flawless as if measured by a secret precision ruler.

A tailored, luxury black suit worn on his body, mixed with a cold and powerful aura, made him look like an unapproachable, elegant vampire nobleman.

Looking over from Tara's angle, his deep, high brow bone and straight bridge of his nose were faintly visible.

Very familiar features.

Tara's gaze froze instantly, staring at that silhouette without blinking.

Amidst the clamor, people could constantly be heard unable to restrain themselves from calling out to him: "CEO Qi!"

Seeing her expression, how could Daisy not understand.

She was indeed completely stunned, her beautiful blue fox-like eyes widening round: "Baby, you only told me your sweetheart was Chinese, you didn't tell me he was actually Dominic!"

Dominic—everyone in high society knew this was the English name of the controller of the Qi family, meaning: supreme, authoritative, and possessive of control.

Amidst her exclamations, Daisy finally understood: "No wonder you looked down on Zeno. You've already slept with a top-tier specimen like this; it'd be strange if you could look down on that male phoenix!"

The complex and deep emotions surging in Tara's heart overwhelmed her like an overturning tide. They had almost spilled out from her eyes.

As a result, Daisy's single word "slept" managed to strike and scatter her emotions completely.

"Keep your voice down..."

She warned her helplessly and softly. Reining in the indescribable complexity in her heart, she took her hand and also walked toward the entrance.

"Why hasn't Killian arrived yet? He wouldn't skip it, would he?"

Inside the luxurious and brilliant banquet hall, Mancy, dressed in a beautiful custom gown, stood on the third floor of the spiral staircase. Her green eyes kept looking down, watching the entrance of the first floor, her meticulously manicured fingertips tapping the railing anxiously.

Seeing this, the assistant comforted her respectfully: "Director Man, don't worry. Given your relationship with CEO Qi, how could he not come? He must be temporarily delayed by something on the road, he will definitely come."

Just as her voice fell, the people on the first floor of the banquet hall—who had been exchanging glasses and maintaining relaxed postures—suddenly turned tense and excited, looking toward a certain direction in unison.

A noble, solitary, and cold tall silhouette was respectfully flanked as he entered. Joy and excitement instantly bloomed on Mancy's face, and she lifted her skirt to quickly walk downstairs to greet him.

"Killian, you're finally here!"

She walked before him, doing her best to rein in the affection in her heart. Her smile was proper and generous, her bearing also composed and elegant as she looked at him, letting out a light chuckle to tease: "I thought you weren't coming."

Killian's dark eyes gazed at her, his handsome, cold face devoid of any emotion, his thin lips raising a minute, indifferent arc: "How could that be? For Director Man's birthday, how could I have any reason not to attend."

Mancy didn't quite like hearing him call her Director Man. She leaned a fraction closer, feigning annoyance and displeasure: "Didn't I say so? Just call me by my name in private..."

The two conversed like the male and female leads under a spotlight, drawing everyone's gaze.

Tara, standing in the corner, looked from this angle, only seeing the woman conversing with the man in an intimate posture, her radiant face blooming like a flower—looking so well-matched.

The excitement churning in her heart dissipated bit by bit, all turning into bitterness.

Within a moment, her beautiful eyes beneath the half-mask filled with a shallow dampness.

Clearly, before she left, she had repeatedly instructed him to always like her, to remember her, and that he wasn't allowed to like anyone else.

This big jerk, he must have already forgotten it all!