bestfiction Chapter 310 Cedric
Chapter 310 Cedric
The sea in Monaco is a deep black silk that has been repeatedly washed by money and desire.
Bai Li stood on the edge of the deck of the large yacht "Poseidon", the astringent sea breeze swirling the hair that fell across her cheeks.
She leaned slightly against the railing, gazing at the distant landscape until the lights of the city and port gradually disappeared on the horizon, leaving only the sound of waves crashing against ships.
Looking down at the bottomless black sea, Bai Li reluctantly withdrew her gaze.
Just as I was about to step back into my room, I heard a voice in English say, "Good evening, beautiful lady."
Bai Li subconsciously looked up.
He was indeed a typical foreigner, with blond hair and green eyes. She didn't know when he had arrived, but he was now five steps away from her, leaning against the railing and smiling at her.
Seeing that Bai Li had finally noticed him, he took a few steps closer and stopped not too far from her. He seemed somewhat wary of Bai Li's bodyguards, but simply extended his hand and said respectfully, "Hello, my name is Aurora Olivia."
Seeing the man's restrained outstretched hand, Bai Li smiled faintly and politely extended her hand to shake his.
She had never heard of any family with the surname Olivia.
But most of the people on this ship today are people going to a charity gala, and they are all rich and powerful.
Judging from this foreign man's clothes, appearance, and demeanor, he's probably from some wealthy family.
After gently shaking hands, Bai Li introduced herself: "Hello, my name is Bai Li."
Unexpectedly, the man didn't want to shake hands. Instead, he took Bai Li's hand, gently kissed their intertwined hands, and then looked up with an ambiguous smile: "Miss Bai Li, you are truly beautiful. Are you alone? May I invite you to spend this evening with me? Don't waste your beauty today; I will make you shine even brighter."
Bai Li isn't stupid.
Judging from the foreign man's expression and the current context, she understood the implied invitation in his words, and Bai Li immediately withdrew her hand.
She rubbed her fingers together; her fingertips seemed to still retain some unpleasant warmth.
Bai Li narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the man.
I only paid attention to you because you look kind and gentle, but I didn't expect you to be such a worthless piece of trash.
Everyone says foreigners are open-minded, but to ask for this on the first date is just too open-minded, isn't it?
Can that person still be a good person?
Just as Bai Li was about to refuse, a voice came from behind her.
“I think you’ve misunderstood, Mr. Olivia…” Zhou Chengjing had appeared behind Bai Li at some point.
Upon getting closer, he naturally put his arm around Bai Li's waist: "She already has a boyfriend."
Zhou Chengjing's voice was calm, without any harsh words or expression, and his face was not even particularly expressive. However, the aura of authority and quiet power emanating from him was still palpable and instantly spread out, making him impossible to ignore.
"You..." The foreign man seemed to be intimidated by Zhou Chengjing's aura, his expression clearly showing some surprise and uncertainty, and the words he was about to say stopped abruptly.
Zhou Chengjing's gaze didn't even linger on Olivia. He simply lowered his eyes, his calm, deep-seated gaze falling on Bai Li. After confirming that Bai Li was merely displeased and nothing was wrong, he turned his gaze back to Olivia in front of him.
Zhou Chengjing's gaze was calm yet carried a subtle, almost imperceptible sharpness—a penetrating scrutiny that also conveyed a condescending indifference.
Under such a gaze, Olivia felt a chill run down her spine for no apparent reason.
But he quickly came to his senses.
It's just that I got slashed twice in the eyes, what's there to be afraid of?
Moreover, he did not recognize this unfamiliar Eastern face.
This also suggests that this person is not someone so powerful that one cannot afford to offend them.
Perhaps he's just an ordinary, pretentious tycoon?
Olivia regained her voice and calmly asked, "Who are you?"
Bai Li glanced at Zhou Chengjing, but Zhou Chengjing did not answer.
Just then, several footsteps sounded behind them.
It was the crisp, clear sound of leather shoes clicking on the deck.
"Cedric, what's up? Something interesting happened?" A slightly languid voice with a standard London accent came from behind.
Upon seeing those people, Olivia's composure vanished, replaced by a visible flicker of panic. She instinctively took a small step back, then forcefully and calmly gave a gentlemanly bow: "Lord...Lord Ashworth Herr, von...von Eisenhardt, Monsieur Dubois..."
Olivia's voice stuttered slightly.
He seemed to suddenly remember something, turned to Zhou Chengjing, and stammered, "You...you are Mr. Cedric."
Embarrassed and ashamed, the forced smile on his face was extremely unsightly, and his voice trembled uncontrollably, filled with belated fear and obsequiousness.
"Forgive me! I didn't recognize you! Please, I meant no offense to the lady! A thousand apologies!"
He didn't even dare to mention Bai Li's name anymore, only daring to refer to her as "the lady".
Zhou Chengjing clearly didn't have the patience to listen to what he was saying. He gently tightened his grip on Bai Li's waist, turned her around, and left without even glancing at Olivia.
Cedric?
Bai Li murmured the name to herself.
This appears to be the name Zhou Chengjing uses in Western social circles.
What kind of magic could make Olivia tremble with fear the moment she heard that name?
Also, who are these people?
Bai Li discreetly observed the several men in front of her, each with a distinct temperament. They were all foreign, tall, handsome, and possessed their own unique charm.
Olivia just called their names.
It seems to be Ashworth Herr, on Eisenhardt, Monsieur Dubois...
They all sound very familiar...
“Oh? Cedric, it seems Mr. Olivia has finally recognized you.” The blond man called Lord Ashworth approached, glanced at the disheveled Olivia, and spoke with an aristocratic smirk.