Without waiting for Brian's response, Rosalyn sneered and left.

Brian could just grit his teeth, feeling upset.

In his mind, he was blaming his ex-wife. After all, he only did such things to piss her off.

But if he came clean that he was not actually a playboy, and that all those rumors were just fabricated, would people believe it?

Meanwhile, at the banquet hall, Rosalynn's nose itched, feeling a little bit cold. Then, she covered her mouth and nose to sneeze.

Looking at the air conditioner, she decided to move the vents sideward so she wouldn't shiver.

At this time, lively music echoed in the hall.

The light dimmed and the floor was opened to those who wanted to dance.

“May | have this dance, Rosalynn?"

Out of nowhere, a man came to invite Rosalynn to the dance floor, but she was not interested. Hence, she refused politely.

"Sorry, | actually don't know how to dance."

But the man was convinced that she was just being modest. So, he still insisted on inviting her.

From a distance, Brian saw this scene. His eyes instantly narrowed, and he decided to walk over to them.

However, Eleanor suddenly appeared in front of him.

“Would you like to dance with me?"

Brian's eyes flashed with a trace of impatience.

"You can go ask another man to dance with you."

When Brian was about to leave, Eleanor hurriedly grabbed his hand and stopped him.

"There are so many people watching us, and many of them are my new fans. If you blatantly refuse to dance with me, | will lose face."

Indeed, he said that he would make her popular. Therefore, embarrassing her in public would be a big mistake.

Hence, Brian let out a sigh, suppressed his impatience, and took Eleanor to the dance floor.

Of course, Eleanor was very happy. There was a flash of complacency and slyness in her eyes.