The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 839

After clocking out, Damon made a beeline right here.

He was still wearing the same suit he wore to work. This actually didn't quite fit the image of a gentleman, but it didn't diminish the aura of nobility that radiated off him.

His handsome features seemed to have been crafted by divine hands, his gaze calm and serene like water. He came off as detached and uninterested, yet radiated a chilling sharpness.

He strolled in with a poker face. His gaze, his stride, even the slight sway of his hair... all these insignificant gestures exuded a deadly, domineering charm.

His natural aura of authority and lethal allure made one both long for and fear his proximity.

"Who's that guy...?"

"That's Damon!"

"Oh boy, tonight's worth it. I've attended countless socialite gatherings, but tonight's the real deal!"

"But is he really here for the party? Seems like he's putting everyone at arm's length... tough nut to crack."

"Don't worry, everyone here is either a gentleman or a socialite, he's gotta play by the rules, right?"

The socialites all nodded in agreement. After spending a significant amount of time in high society, they had deeply understood the importance of courtesy. There were too many rules, interests, and etiquette to consider. Even when rejecting someone, one shouldn't make them feel awkward.

They exchanged glances, lifted their chins, swayed their bodies, and confidently strolled towards Damon.

As Damon looked at the women slowly approaching, he slightly furrowed his brows.

"Excuse me... Are you Mr. Harper?" A woman held out a glass of red wine, the huge diamond ring on her hand casting a dazzling light that intertwined with the glass.

Damon gave her a fleeting glance and nodded subtly.

"Hmm."

The response sent ripples of excitement through the socialite. She hurriedly fetched a glass of wine from the bar, intending to hand it to Damon.

"I'm not drinking tonight." He said, lifting his hand to glance at his watch.

Seeing this, the socialites began to feel anxious. Was he planning to leave already?! But he'd just arrived.

"Mr. Harper..."

"Mr. Harper..."

One by one, they stepped forward, trying to catch Damon's attention.

His good looks and impressive family background made him the dreamboat every socialite wanted to marry.

As they were putting their best foot forward, a sharp voice cut through the air. "Move."

The rudeness of this voice made everyone frown. Upon seeing the newcomer, they rolled their eyes.

It was Paolo Alonso's darling daughter, Phoebe.

Hearing Angie's words, Damon’s brows slightly creased.

Seemed like Presley was trying to curry favor with the Alonso family.

"I see."

Everyone was a bit antsy. Even with Angie’s intervention, Damon hadn’t softened up, and they weren't ready to give up. They hadn't met such a catch in years, how could they give up so easily?

So they launched a new round of offensive tactics. But Damon's cold face was beginning to show signs of irritation.

The other gentlemen present were being neglected. Despite their displeasure, they knew they were no match for Damon.

Angie led Phoebe to the side. "Don't take it to heart. My brother isn't considerate at all, he's not right for you."

Phoebe still seemed down, "But he's so handsome! Can I even find a guy as handsome as him in this world?"

Angie tilted her head, blinked, and said:

"But he's not considerate! We should be looking for a man who's both handsome and considerate. Even though they're rare, it doesn't mean they don't exist, right?"

Phoebe was beginning to feel better because of Angie's words, but then she saw Angie freeze.

"What's wrong?"

Phoebe looked up at Angie, but her eyes landed on the man slowly approaching from the corridor...