A Scumbag Always Gets What He Deserves

23: A stunning beauty

The astonishing beauty who stood at the entrance attracted the eyes of all the guests.

Even the musicians who were playing music stopped their movements in unison. The entire banquet hall fell silent, followed by small exclamations and gasps.

Cassia of Candice truly deserved her reputation. She wore her hair in a high pouf with false hair added for padding. This gave her an amazing volume of hair which didn't look heavy or clumsy at all, but rather fluffy and light like a cloud.

The current fashion of aristocratic women was to pile all their ornaments on a high bouffant, which made them appear resplendently covered with jewels. But she only wore two crimson camellia flowers at her temples, with a few extremely rare black pearls draped around them.

The contrast of deep blood red and sparkling jet black, set against the background of her golden hair, looked bright and vivid and made a strong visual contrast. Her small earlobes also wore two black pearls, which repeated the style throughout.

Her face was painted pale, but her cheeks were slightly tinted with peach powder, and her lips were very light pink. At first glance it looked like she'd just had a serious illness, weak but with a little vitality.

Her eyes were emerald green and should have been full of spring, but when placed on her face they were cheerless and cold.

She seemed well-accustomed to the sight of everyone swooning over her, and after looking around she walked into the banquet hall with graceful steps. The beauty and charm of the roses under her feet wasn't even a tenth of her own.

A high-ranking nobleman hurried towards her, his voice full of excitement, "My dear, it's so good to see you here! Since last we parted, I could only miss you bitterly in my dreams. Please allow me to dance with you!"

Cassia stared at the man for a few moments and didn't seem to remember who he was. There were simply too many people who admired her. If all of them gathered together, they would form a queue from Polsa to Desolette.

But she quickly concealed the doubt in her eyes, extended her hand, and said in a gentle voice, "It would be my pleasure to dance with you."

She spoke of pleasure but her beautiful face remained as cold as frost. It was difficult for onlookers to find even a trace of a smile in her deep, serene eyes.

When her lips parted and revealed a voice as beautiful as an oriole, the silent hall became even more quiet. It took a few seconds for the gathering to return to life. Music, conversation and laughter, clinking glasses, all kinds of sounds crowded the magnificent castle in an instant.

Many men went to Cassia, hurrying with eager steps and infatuated faces. They flocked to this peerless beauty, competing to say a few words and claim a dance with her.

Although the other noblewomen and courtesans still had decent smiles on their faces, their eyes were full of disdain.

Bitch! Perhaps they cursed like this in their hearts. Things that are too beautiful always inspire resentment.

Jian Qiao supported his forehead with one hand while the other gently stroked the round belly of his glass of juice, watching this Cassia with interest. As a jewelry designer he certainly knew how to appreciate beauty when he saw it.

"Is she beautiful?" Rege asked in a low voice. He expressionlessly drank up a glass of red wine.

"Quite beautiful," Jian Qiao replied succinctly.

Rege grinned, and though he seemed to be smiling, the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. He beckoned to the attendant with a wave. "Bring me a bottle of spirits."