Chapter 58

The Wayne Building is next to a canal in Upper-Class Manhattan.

New York is a large port near the Atlantic Ocean, parts of which are divided by connected canals.

The buildings and land here are costly; an inch of land could cost as much as an inch of gold.

How expensive exactly? Simply put, an ordinary person would need to work his whole life to afford a square of land the size of a large tile.

That price is like a robbery! But the advantage of that high price is that most famous companies live in that area.

This leads to a higher commercial value.

Let's go back to the original plan.

Yves showed up to a big reception for the first time. He was already wearing a custom-designed suit.

Inside the building, many women in elegant gowns were seen. Of course, these sexy women can spoil the eyes of those around them.

Regarding the clothes Yves was wearing, it could be said that Howard had arranged his clothes well. The secretary that Howard assigned to the dress selection was indeed cautious.

Even though it was only 1938, the party held was very luxurious. This year's party is on par with lavish parties in modern times.

The reception hall was filled with 38-period decorations and melodious classical music. The atmosphere of this party made guests feel comfortable and happy.

Waiters are seen travelling around carrying trays of champagne for each guest. On the other hand, the table is prepared with various delicious foods from pastries, sweets, meats, roast turkey, etc.

All the food and drinks at this party are costly. It was estimated to cost hundreds of dollars for each food!

"Yves, you can enjoy the party. Maybe you'll have a nice 'date' too this night."

"Haha, you are now a weapon designer star!" Howard blinked very slowly, showing signs that men could understand.

"Maybe..." Yves said quietly with a shrug.

Colourful neon lights, coquettish beautiful girls, cigarettes and wine are all high-end lifestyles!

Yves attended this significant event, but he didn't know anyone but Howard, but now Howard was going somewhere too.

Not knowing what to do, Yves could only stand while looking in some direction.

But suddenly, he heard a female voice from behind his back.

"Hi, do you have a dance partner?"

Yves turned and saw a young woman in an elegant black dress. With a glance at the woman's figure, it can be ascertained that the woman is gorgeous and full of charm.

Her style radiated to the fullest, but the woman looked slightly uncomfortable in that outfit. It seemed she wasn't too used to wearing dresses or attending parties like this.

'Interesting.' Yves muttered under his breath.

Yves firmly believed that the woman was most likely a woman with a particular story. Maybe she was a spy or something.

Yves smiled gently, "No, would a pretty lady like you want to be my dance partner?"

Seeing that her goal was easy to achieve, the agitated woman immediately pretended to be calm. But her slightly trembling body was unable to hide her feelings.

'Oh, is she a rookie spy? New to this kind of business? What a failure, I already knew it. But it looks like fun to play this game.' Yves muttered to himself.

Although it was fun teasing that person, Yves still didn't know who she really was.

The jazz band plays elegant music. In the centre of the hall is a spacious dance floor.

Yves wrapped his arms around the waist of the beautiful woman while his right hands held each other.

"Lady, I don't know your name yet."

"But before that, allow me to apologize. I've never done a dance like this, I want you to forgive me if I step on your foot."

Upon hearing the man speak, the woman looked taken aback at first, as if she would be exposed by the other party. But after the man finished speaking, the woman's worries slowly subsided.

Sexy thin lips smeared with red lipstick showed a charming smile, "Hehe, you must be kidding. My name is Ophelia Sarkissian, and you?"

"Yves. Just a college guy." Yves said curtly, neither overly enthusiastic nor cold-sounding.

Ophelia Sarkissian? It seemed Yves had heard the name somewhere, odd, but why couldn't he remember it?

Wait... Isn't Ophelia a legendary Femme Fatale?

The notorious Madame Hydra, the woman, nicknamed the Viper!

A wonderful woman in minimal clothing, a legendary woman who was able to make many men willing to go through fire and water!

Damn!

Just now, Yves thought that he still hadn't met a legendary character, and now that legendary character had appeared before his eyes!

What's more, the character is a big fish!

It seems that Ophelia is a young snake that just came out of the cage. This is evidenced by her attitude and professionalism, which is still questionable.

There seems to be a situation that isn't right...

Yves looked at the nervous and awkward woman with a smile. For now, she is young and not a woman capable of toying with multiple superheroes!

"Ouch!"

"Please forgive me.

"Ouch, you stepped on my foot again!"

"Now you're the one who stepped on me."

It is still unknown whether the two were born natural enemies. Within five minutes of their dancing, they both stepped on each other's feet countless times!

Yves had reasonable foot control. He instantly weakened his strength when he stepped on her foot.

But that woman's case was different; she mercilessly stepped on Yves' feet with high heels! If Yves didn't pull his feet up soon, he was afraid the shoes he was wearing would make holes from the girl's savage stomping.

Even though they were embarrassed, they looked at each other while laughing as if they had found their confidant.

They were new to this, so no one was laughing at anyone.

"Hehe, Yves, you are indeed a very interesting person. Nice to meet you." Ophelia stretched out her hand. Right now, she's not a Viper title holder, just a cute and clumsy rookie agent.

Yves said, "Nice to meet you too; your dance is very good, thank you for teaching me." Yves blinked one eye.

Ophelia covered her mouth with a smile, "You're welcome."

"You are also quite nice, by the way, handsome man. May I have your phone number?"

"Oh, thanks for the compliment, of course, you can. Call me whenever you have time."

"Well, although I'm not sure I'll be able to answer your calls in time." Yves pretended to be flattered.