Hiding My Enemy's Sassy Daughter

Chapter 4

Leona's POV

"Leona! Omg! You look so gorgeous! I love your fit! I’ll introduce you to someone—he’s your fan!” Emmy, now a CEO of their clothing company, said with a smile. I’m used to socializing with people. I just greeted everyone they introduced me to. The greetings were almost endless. Most were also well-known CEOs, brand reps, or models—people with influence.

"Come on, Leona and I will party now! She’s with me, you know,” Jewel complained, so I couldn’t help but laugh before accepting the tequila she offered. She really waited for me to drink all of it. Bitterness stung my throat.

Jewel and I kept talking when we got back to our table. We just had so much to catch up on.

“They won’t! They already said it! As if we’re not family!” she pouted.

“I understand them though. No way in hell I’ll attend your wedding," I said. She immediately frowned.

"You know most of my family members won’t come because they’re loyal to your family. It would really make me sad if you don’t go to my wedding," she said seriously. I grinned.

"You know I love you, Jewel. But you wouldn’t push this if you didn’t want—" She was already frowning, clearly not letting me get away with it. I hate the Tenor, but where else would I find a best friend and sister like Jewel?

“Fine. But don’t expect me to greet your in-laws,” I said, rolling my eyes.

"You’re really the best, Leona! This is why I love you so much!” she said, hugging me tightly.

“Oh, shut up, Jewel. Let’s just enjoy the night and stop talking about the Tenor," I said, shaking my head.

We went to the dance floor after a while. If it was wild before, it was even more so now. Everyone was already deep in the party mood, and I should be too. I don’t care if there are Tenors lingering around. It annoys me, but I won’t let it ruin my night.

Or maybe it was already ruined by someone who’s not even a Tenor. I don’t know why my eyes keep looking for Percival. I saw him in his seat, surrounded by girls.

My mood soured because I couldn’t find anyone attractive—my eyes kept going back to him. Is it because he’s the only one I’ve been hooking up with lately? Am I getting attached? No. That should never be the case.

I rolled my eyes and looked for someone else. Someone to get my attention. Someone I could casually sleep with, just to prove I’m not attached. I danced with several guys. They were good-looking but not my type. My eyes just kept returning to him. We locked eyes several times. I don’t know why this scene feels familiar—me dancing with strangers while watching someone else? I shook myself. I was overthinking.

I danced seductively and even tried winking at Percival to shake the thoughts away. I’m not into him. For sure. I can easily do this to people I don’t like.

I don’t know if I imagined his jaw clenching or his grip tightening on the glass—but I kept watching him.

He didn’t look approachable. But now… he looks mad. And hot. Damn. He really looked good in that suit. Even better without it. I almost laughed at myself before shaking my head.

Or maybe I’m just addicted to the good s*x. While dancing with a random guy, I saw him excusing himself. I pouted and tried to focus on the man in front of me.

"I'm Tam. You?" he asked. Since I’d been gone for years, I didn’t know a lot of these people. And the ones who didn’t dare approach me before were trying their luck now—probably because the wall my brothers built isn’t as strong now. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just been that long.

I introduced myself to Tam but couldn’t really get into the conversation. Damn, I need a cigarette. I need to get Percival out of my system. I stepped out of the bar to get some fresh air. It took a while because people kept trying to talk to me. My guards were about to follow, but I glared at them and told them I was going to the bathroom—then left.

I pulled out a cigar and was slightly stunned to see Percival leaning on the wall outside. I leaned against the wall too, about five meters away from him.

"Do you have a lighter?" I asked.

He didn’t answer. He just blew out smoke and walked toward me. I met his cold eyes. He leaned in to light my cigarette, and I leaned further back against the wall. I held my breath as he lit it. I thought he’d leave after, but he blew smoke in my face instead. He placed his cigar between his fingers and spoke.

"Tired of partying?" he asked.

"Hmm, done checking out those women? So… do you already have someone to have s*x with tonight?" I asked, smirking—even though I knew I’d be annoyed if he said yes.

"I'm here for business. I should be the one asking you that. Done flirting, woman?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I exhaled. Why does he always look like a damn Greek god?

"Not yet. Not done flirting with this one yet," I said, leaning closer and whispering it into his ear. Damn me. Might as well drag him into doom with me.