Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 137: An advance from Sarah

Chapter 137: An advance from Sarah
Her delicate fingers rested lightly on Lucas’s broad palm as the two glided to the center of the dance floor.
The crowd instinctively parted to make way for them.
Under the spotlight, the vast ballroom seemed to belong only to Lucas and Beauty.
Their steps flowed in perfect harmony, moving as one.
Her left hand rested gently on his shoulder, while his left pressed firmly against the delicate curve of her back, guiding her effortlessly through each turn and sway.
At that moment, she was like a marionette in his hands, following his lead with seamless precision.
"Seems the dance instructor didn’t waste their time with you," Lucas murmured, tilting his head slightly to gaze down at her.
His eyes lingered on her fair, exquisite face, his warm breath brushing against her hair like the soft notes of a melody.
Beauty had to tilt her chin up just to meet his sharp, chiseled features.
The lighting sculpted his jawline into something dangerously alluring, his dark eyes so intense they seemed to devour her whole.
A playful smile curved her lips.
"All thanks to Uncle Lucas’s excellent guidance."
That teasing glint in her eyes ignited something in him, like a spark catching fire.
He dipped his head, his lips grazing her neck as he rumbled, "And my guidance extends beyond just dancing, doesn’t it?"
Heat flooded her cheeks, and her fingers trembled, nearly causing her to misstep onto his polished shoes.
Her face paled in alarm.
To onlookers, Lucas’s gesture was unmistakably flirtatious—from certain angles, it almost looked as though he were nipping at her skin.
Combined with Beauty’s flustered, crimson-faced reaction, the moment dripped with undeniable intimacy.
From a distance, Emily and Laura watched, their eyes burning with fury.
They itched to storm over and tear Beauty’s hands off Lucas’s shoulders.
Laura let out a cold snort.
"Seems like that little vixen’s seduction skills are top-notch.
My brother is completely bewitched by her now.
If she really becomes the young madam of the Marson family, what’ll happen to us?
Will she kick us out one day?"
"Kick *me*, Emily, out?
That brat doesn’t have what it takes.
Just wait till I catch her red-handed—she’ll regret the day she crossed me."
Emily downed her glass of red wine in one furious gulp, her face flushed with rage, her eyes bulging as if they might pop out of their sockets.
As the dance ended, the room erupted in cheers and thunderous applause.
Beauty tried to pull her delicate hand free from his grasp, but the man only tightened his grip, leaving her no room to escape.
"Come with me to the stage for the speech."
"What?"
Before she could fully process his words, the domineering man had already dragged her onto the podium.
The piano music came to an abrupt halt.
Every pair of eyes in the room gleamed with anticipation, fixed on the stage, hearts pounding—surely their formidable CEO was about to announce a romantic relationship.
Lucas’s deep voice resonated as he began detailing Marson Corporation’s projects and profits over the past year.
When Beauty heard the staggering numbers, her legs nearly gave out beneath her.
She had known Marson Corporation was the first multinational in the country, collaborating with major international brands and reigning as the top enterprise in the nation, its net profits consistently ranking first on the national rich list.
For a decade, its position had never wavered—truly a legend in the business world.
But hearing those astronomical figures now elevated her awe for Lucas to new heights.
The man’s charisma was simply irresistible.
She had actually *slept* with the richest man in the country!
How utterly thrilling!
Suddenly, all the grievances she had endured before seemed trivial.
Her gaze toward him was brimmed with renewed admiration and affection—this was her man, the one she had shared intimate moments with, and she swelled with pride!
Lucas was the type of boss who spoke sparingly but with precision.
In just ten minutes, his deep, composed voice outlined Marson Corporation’s rapid growth over the years with effortless authority.
Thunderous applause erupted, cheers filling the air as everyone took pride in being part of Marson Corporation.
At that moment, no words could fully capture her emotions—excitement, exhilaration—none of them did justice to the overwhelming rush she felt.
"Congratulations, Boss," she suddenly said, tilting her head up to meet his gaze, her words sincere and heartfelt.
Though brief, those words filled him with profound satisfaction.
Now, there was someone to share in all his achievements.
In this world, nothing was more gratifying than having someone celebrate your triumphs alongside you.
And he had found that person—one he never intended to let go.
The music swelled again, this time an electrifying anthem that had everyone swaying to the rhythm.
Hotel staff wheeled out a towering birthday cake, its grandeur leaving Beauty awestruck.
She had never seen anything so magnificent in her life.
At the very top, the company’s name gleamed in exquisite craftsmanship, radiant under the lights.
"Come here.
Let’s blow out the candles together."
For a moment, the massive cake separated them, each standing on opposite sides.
Without hesitation, Beauty hurried to his side, her eyes sparkling with delight at the sight of the towering white chocolate masterpiece.
She could barely contain her excitement—her mouth practically watering at the spectacle.
Under the flashing cameras of the media, Beauty and Lucas blew out the candles on the cake together, met with a chorus of cheers.
Finally, it was time to eat.
She had barely touched any food since last night, and after a hectic day, she had been eagerly waiting for this evening’s feast.
But who would’ve thought there’d be so many formalities?
Even though the cake looked absolutely divine, she couldn’t take a single bite.
Her stomach was practically growling in protest.
The buffet was entirely self-service, featuring only the finest ingredients—succulent, tender, and melt-in-your-mouth meats that left a lasting impression.
After devouring a heaping plate of roasted lamb leg, Beauty dabbed the corners of her lips with satisfaction, her mood instantly lifting.
"Sarah, you have to try this lamb leg—it’s incredible!" she said, spotting Sarah sitting alone in the corner after a round of socializing.
Concerned, she quickly brought over a plate of grilled chicken chops and set it down in front of her.
A sweet dimple appeared on her cheek as she smiled, the faint beauty mark near her eye adding a touch of charm.
"Thank you," Sarah replied warmly.
"You look absolutely stunning tonight—the center of attention, just as expected from someone Lucas trained!"
Praising her endlessly, Sarah took a bite of the Chicken and nodded approvingly before picking up her cocktail for a slow, appreciative sip.