Chapter 119
Andre was sipping his ss of champagne, looking bored. J approached him from the back
and bumped into his shoulder. Andre’s hand shook. Some champagne spilled onto his white shirt.
“On my god! I am so sorry sir!” J gasped, “Are you alright?!”
Andre jerked around in fume.
He was about to scold J. Yet when his eyes fixed upon J’s face, the angry look was quickly
reced by an awed expression.
He was dazzled by J’s beauty.
And from the look on his face, J could tell that he didn’t recognize her at all. Which made
sense. Because her face was covered by a gold masquerade mask, and they had only met each
other two times.
“Don’t worry about it, miss.” Andre grinned, shing his white teeth. “And I bet a lot of men here
tonight would love to have a prettydy like you bumping into them.”
J giggled, fluttering her eyshes, “You tter me. Is there any way that I can make up for my
clumsiness?”
“How about a dance with me?” Andre held out his right hand to J.
“My pleasure,” J smiled, cing her hand in Andre’s palm.
Together, they waltzed into the crowd of dancers.
The hall was filled with the harmonious melody of a waltz, couples gracefully twirling across the
floor.
Andre held J’s right hand and his left hand was on her waist, leading swirling across the
dancefloor.
He was actually a masterful dancer, his movements fluid and precise, leading her effortlessly
through the steps. Each twirl and dip was executed elegantly.
Yet J didn’t have time to enjoy this dance.
She looked beyond Andre’s shoulder and spotted a few guards standing by the dancefloor,
watching them intently from the distance.
They were monitoring Andre’s every move.
If she wanted to talk to Andre without causing the guard’s suspicion, now was her only chance.
“What is the matter?”
Andre had noticed her absence of mind. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “You don’t seem to enjoy
this dance very much. Did I step on your feet or anything?”
J gulped.
She had to cut right into the chase.
Her time was limited.
har line barely
“Andre, do you know who I am?” she whispered into his cars, her lips barely moving
Andre frowned.
Then he let out a dryugh, “I don’t. But this is the point of a masquerade ball, isn’t it? Should I
know you?”
They whirled around. And J happened to have her back facing those guards.
So she quickly took this chance and lifted her mask slightly so that Andre could take a clear look at
her face.
Andre’s eyes widened abruptly.
At that moment, he recognized who she was.
“Y-You!”
He gasped, sounding infuriated.
“You are Daran’s Gamma! What are you doing here?!”
“Keep your voice down! I don’t want to alert your guards. They are watching you like a fucking
hawk,” J said in a low and urgent voice. “And I am here to talk to you.”
“Forget it! We have nothing to talk about,” Andre snapped.
He tried to pull his hand back and walk away.
Yet J held his hand and shoulder tightly and kept him on the spot.
“Keep dancing. And listen to what I have to say!” shemanded.
Her voice sounded very authoritative.
Andre winced. After a little internal struggle, he chose to stay.
“OK. What do you want to say? But make it quick. Father will kill me if he catches me talking to
you,” he said reluctantly.
J nodded.
She got straight to the point, “I saw how Danton abused you in that alley behind the nightclub. I
know that he is not a great father as everyone else believes. So if you are willing to trust me, I am
here to help you.”
Andre’s body became stiff.
He gave J a nasty stare and huffed, “No. You saw it wrong. That wasn’t me. My father is
awesome and he has been nothing but loving to me—”
“Just cut the crap, Andre! We all know that you are lying to yourself. Why are you trying to protect a
horrible person like Danton?” J snarled.
“He is my father. Of course, I have to defend him-”
“Your FOSTER father,” J stressed. “You are the former Rogue King’s son. Danton only adopted
you because he needs to keep an eye on you for Lance. You are his captive, not son.”
Andre red at J.
A hint of panic flickered across his eyes.
“…How did you know about this?” he asked dryly.
“I have my source,” J said. “Anyway, I know that you are living a horrible life without any
freedom and dignity. And I know that deep down you want to change that. So work with us. We are
here to help you.”
Andre blinked his eyes. He looked at a lost.
J held his hand and took the lead. They couldn’t stop dancing. Or they would catch the guard’s
attention.
After a long pause, when her patience was about to run out, Andre finally spoke up again:
“No.”
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J frowned, “So you would rather stay by Danton’s side like a salve than working with us? Why is
that?”
Andre let out a sneer, “You are a Gamma and I am a rogue. I will never work with my enemy.”
“But we have shared interest here. Don’t think of me as an enemy for now-
Andre cut her off sharply, “Plus, how are you going to help me anyway? You can’t walk up to Danton
and give him a fucking lesson on parenting. You can’t help me. Nobody can help me. This is my
fate. My destined fate.”
“Andre…’
”
She wanted to say something else to change his mind.
But right at this moment, the song came to a stop. This dance was over.
Andre gave J a freezing look pulled his hand back and turned to leave.
J bit her lips, staring at his back, frustrated.
She knew that it would take some effort to persuade Andre.
But it still came as a shock when Andre turned her down with such a firm attitude.
She took in a deep breath and picked up her long skirt, rushing towards Andre.
“Wait!” she called out to him.
When she finally caught up with Andre by the edge of the dancefloor, she found Andre surrounded
by his guards.
“…General Danton asks to see you now,” said one guard in a cold voice.
Andre gulped nervously. His face was pale due to fear.
Bearing his head down, Andre walked up to those guards and was ready to leave with
them.
J rushed forward. But one guard stuck out an arm and stopped her.
“Miss, the dance is over,” the guard said warningly.
J ignored him.
She stared at Andre’s back and said in an eager voice, “Just-think about it. Come and find me
later…Please.”
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J ignored him.
She stared at Andre’s back and said in an eager voice, “Just-think about it. Come and find me
later…Please.”
Andre halted in his tracks. His fists were clenched by his body side.
After a small pause, he said lowly, “I enjoyed our dance…But that is it. Don’te and talk to me
ever again.”
With that said, he followed those guards and walked away decisively.