Until this moment, Fang Ran had believed that the splendor aboard the Night Pearl already represented the pinnacle of the world's social hierarchy.
Even if it was not, it could not have been far off.
But now he knew he had been wrong.
And wildly so.
After noon, Adeline had brought him an even more professional team than yesterday's, and they had spent the entire afternoon preparing his grooming, attire, and everything else related.
Fang Ran had still wondered whether there was really any need to go this far tonight.
But after looking through those dark eyes at everything inside the Ceremony Hall, he finally realized that what he was preparing to attend was not some year-end gathering at all.
It was an empire-scale gala!
"Young Master, it is almost time. Are you ready to enter?"
At that moment, seated in the luxurious preparation room, Fang Ran watched as a figure capable of stealing any man's attention in an instant pushed open the door and asked.
Her silver hair had been swept up into an elegant style adorned with exquisite jewelry. Her arms, shoulders, back, collarbones beneath the floral neckline, and vast expanse of exposed skin above her black Evening Dress were all snow-white and flawless.
Such extravagantly gorgeous, impossibly demanding design seemed entirely natural on her. Her skin, whiter than paper, and her pure black, elegant gown—
Against her supremely cool beauty, white and black blended into a stunning, sensual contrast, embodying the elegance of status and an absolute nobility.
"Were you captivated, or did seeing me like this make you desire me?"
Noticing the momentary pause in Fang Ran's gaze, Adeline asked, her slender, graceful figure accentuated by the Evening Dress.
"Hah, before you said that."
Whether he had already grown accustomed to North American manners in such