Freya Lawson gazed at Sophie Lawson, well aware that regardless of her choice, she would be stepping into a trap. This woman was too cunning. It was Sophie Lawson's scheming that had tarnished her mother's reputation, resulting in her being driven out of the family home by Bruce Lawson. She wouldn't follow her mother's path, nor would she give Sophie Lawson the chance to insult her.

Her eyes roamed the crowd, finally settling on a man who emerged from the midst of the guests. He wore a black suit, tall and imposing, and concealed his face behind a mask that added an air of mystery and allure. Even with the mask, Freya Lawson recognized him instantly.

A small smile curled at her lips, and she pointed her slender finger at him. "Him."

Sophie Lawson followed her gesture and said, "Then... congratulations to this gentleman for becoming Freya Lawson's dance partner tonight!"

As the man walked past her, Sophie Lawson leaned in and whispered, "Tonight, Freya Lawson is yours, sir. You can play with her however you like, as long as you enjoy it!"

Bradley Austin halted his steps, his cold black eyes narrowing slightly. He had anticipated that something significant would happen tonight, but he hadn't expected the Lawson family's plan would involve using Freya Lawson as a pawn for amusement.

He was grateful he had decided to attend the event tonight. Otherwise, his newlywed bride might have been in danger.

Without a word, Bradley Austin moved gracefully towards Freya Lawson, bowing slightly as he approached her. One hand rested behind his back, while the other extended towards her.

With a graceful sweep of his hand, he presented her with a vibrant red rose. "Wow! Who is that guy? He looks incredibly handsome from behind!"

"He can even do magic. I want a rose too! I want to dance with him!"

A group of socialites admired him, their voices filled with admiration.

The man's lips curled into a faint, enchanting smile, thick with allure that left people's hearts aflutter. Freya Lawson accepted the rose with a coy smile and placed it between her lips. Simultaneously, her other hand reached for his, and with an assertive pull, Bradley Austin led her into a spin. He held her delicate waist as they danced to the rhythm of the music.

Their dance was a fast-paced cha-cha, and Freya Lawson, skilled in various dance styles, executed the intricate steps with grace. Her body was lithe and flexible, a result of years of dancing, and her dress billowed out with each twirl, resembling a beautiful blooming flower.

The sight of the handsome couple, moving elegantly on the dance floor, captured the attention of the entire room.

Meanwhile, Lola Lawson, suffering from severe morning sickness and exacerbated by the wine she had consumed earlier, rushed to the restroom and vomited loudly. When she returned downstairs, she was stunned by the scene.

The woman on the dance floor was undoubtedly Freya Lawson, but the man she was dancing with... who was he?

He stood tall, towering over her, a full head taller than even Ethan Austin. His impeccably tailored black suit bore the mark of an international designer, a brand that cost more than most could fathom.

But what caught Lola Lawson's attention the most was the man's aura. He exuded an icy presence, his lips curved in a wicked smile, giving him an intriguing air of both darkness and allure.

Previously, Lola Lawson had thought Ethan Austin to be quite handsome, but after seeing this man tonight, she couldn't help but feel that Ethan Austin paled in comparison.

The man's identity and status were undoubtedly impressive, and his physique was absolutely to her liking. Lola Lawson couldn't help but admire him.

Anxious, Lola Lawson hurried down the stairs and approached her mother, Sophie Lawson, whispering softly, "Mom, what are you doing? Weren't we planning to teach Freya Lawson a lesson? How did she manage to steal the spotlight like this?"

Sophie Lawson leaned in close to her daughter's ear, her voice laced with malice. "Don't worry. As radiant as Freya Lawson is now, she'll soon find herself in a humiliating situation."

The reason behind this elaborate scheme was to ensure that everyone remembered Freya Lawson's face. She had left the Lawson family at the age of twelve, and many people didn't know what she looked like. But now, with her dancing so gracefully, no one would forget that she was the second daughter of Bruce Lawson.

Once she had soaked up all the attention, Sophie Lawson planned to reveal some scandalous information about her. That's when the real spectacle would unfold.

These sons of the elite were masters at manipulating women, and with Freya Lawson being so beautiful, who could resist her charms?

"Mom, as long as you have a plan. Tonight, I'll make sure Freya Lawson becomes the laughingstock of the city, and I'll get my hands on that dress of hers, a six-figure designer piece. I adore it."

Sophie Lawson cast a disdainful glance at her, reproaching softly, "How short-sighted of you. Once you've charmed Ethan Austin, the world's most sought-after brands will be at your fingertips. The Austins are already here. Do ensure you attend to them with the utmost care. Win over the esteemed Mr. Austin Sr., and your union with the Austin lineage might very well be within reach."

"Very well, I'll go now."

Freya Lawson, her crimson lips adorned with a red rose, moved gracefully as if she were a butterfly dancing in a garden, an ethereal presence in motion. The gentlemanly demeanor of the man dancing with her was reminiscent of a noble prince, his aloofness and grace capturing the hearts of the ladies present.

As they danced closely, their gazes met, and she bestowed a charming smile upon him.

When the music slowed to a close, she removed the red rose from her lips, while Bradley Austin, holding her hand, kissed the back of it with a delicate touch.

Her heart fluttered unexpectedly, like a tiny bird caught off guard.

Sophie Lawson, secretly delighted, noticed the man's evident affection for her daughter. This was perfect; he would become the star of the evening, joining her daughter on the path of indulgence.

Approaching her once more, Sophie Lawson maintained that maternal smile and spoke with gentleness in her tone.

"Freya Lawson, you danced wonderfully. You've truly made your father proud. You must be tired; go downstairs and rest for a while."

She handed her a glass of water, and Freya Lawson, feigning docility, nodded in agreement. She accepted the water and finished it, then headed upstairs.

As she watched Freya Lawson depart, Sophie Lawson turned towards Bradley Austin and lowered her voice.

"Young Master, you may head upstairs now. I'm certain Freya Lawson will take excellent care of you."

Bradley Austin's narrow and icy gaze remained inscrutable. His eyes bore an icy chill as he looked at Sophie Lawson. However, he had no intention of exposing this conspiracy. He was more interested in seeing how the Lawson family planned to deal with their new bride.

Of course, he was even more curious about how Freya Lawson planned to extricate herself from this situation.