Gloria stood at the top of the staircase and looked down at everyone’s flabbergasted expressions. She felt very excited, but also quite nervous.

  Then, she discovered Mag in the crowd.

  She was like a lost ship that had suddenly discovered the lighthouse in the darkness; her nerves were instantly eased.

  A relaxed smile appeared on her face, and she raised her chin slightly as she grabbed onto the skirt of her dress before making her way down the stairs in a graceful and composed manner.

  “T…… T…… This is impossible!” Cyril was struggling to comprehend what he was seeing. In his memory, Gloria had always been a quiet sniveling little girl who had to wear her veil even during meals. When did she become such a confident woman?

  Furthermore, the composure that she was displaying struck him with the illusion that he was seeing a second Scheer.

  He had once thought her to be a mere joke, yet she had suddenly proven herself to be more than a worthy adversary. The abrupt sense of urgency and pressure that crashed down on him was making it difficult for him to breathe.

  If this dress came from her own clothing shop, then she really is an interesting rival. Even I want a red version of the same dress. A smile appeared on Scheer’s face as she looked at Gloria, but she was appraising her with the expression of a hunter surveying her prey.

  “It’s Big Sister!” Mickey yelled excitedly as he waved vehemently at Gloria.

  “It really is her; that’s our daughter.” A delighted expression appeared on Debra’s face as she looked at Gloria’s smile. However, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, and she covered her mouth as a sound caught somewhere between sobbing and laughter escaped her lips.

  “Alright, both of our kids are smiling; why are you crying?” Lance wrapped an arm around her shoulder and gently held her in his arms, but tears had also welled up in his eyes.

  A rare smile appeared on Jeffree’s stern face, but he quickly wiped it away.

  “President, is that Professor Lance’s daughter?” Michael asked with a smile.

  “Indeed, she is.” Jeffree nodded in response.

  “She’s certainly a lot more good-looking than Professor Lance. She must take after her mother. Perhaps she’ll be the next Scheer,” Michael said with a smile.

  “She can’t compare to that girl from the Buffett Family.” Jeffree shook his head in response.

  “If you ask me, you should learn from Old Man Ian from time to time. Look at him; all he does is fish every day, and he’s living his best life. Are you planning to work yourself into your grave?” Michael chuckled.

  “Well, you know my situation. My son can’t be entrusted with any significant duties yet. If I retire, the Moreton Family is going to fall.” Jeffree shook his head in response and his expression remained unchanged.

  Michael merely smiled and didn’t say anything else.

  Everyone’s attention had been drawn to Gloria. Women wanted to know where they could buy such a beautiful dress, while men simply couldn’t bear to look away from such a stunning beauty.

  As Gloria took her first step into the banquet hall, the music also began to play at the exact same moment. Everyone was curious who was going to be her dance partner for the night.

  All of the men were adjusting their clothes, trying to make themselves appear more gentlemanly. Some of them extended invitations to Gloria, including the young master of the deputy city lord’s family, as well as the young master from the family of Rodu’s ambassador, Ryan, but all of them were turned down with a smile.

  “Mr. Mag, may I have this dance?”


  Gloria made her way over to Mag with a smile, but her hands were trembling slightly.

  “What?! Young Mistress Gloria is inviting that man to dance with her?”


  “Oh my God! Who is this man? Is he a prince of the Roth Empire?”


  “This man’s luck is infuriatingly good!”


  “Is there anything special about him aside from his looks?”


  The crowd had erupted into an uproar. All of the men were feeling extremely envious and even resentful in some cases, while the women were beginning to contemplate deeper questions.

  “I don’t know how to dance.” Mag touched his nose using one finger with a slightly awkward expression. He had danced during similar occasions in his past life, but he had no idea how people danced in this world. Alex’s memories didn’t contain any information about this, either.

  All of the men instantly heaved a collective sigh of relief.

  “I can teach you,” Gloria offered as a blush appeared on her face.

  “Go, Father!” Amy encouraged while raising her little fists.

  “I’ll look after Amy for you,” Luna offered with a smile. However, she was struck by an indescribable sense of loss in the knowledge that Mag was going to dance with someone else.

  This man is quite a hindrance. Should I get rid of him? Camilla, who held her black cat in her arms, looked at Mag with furrowed brows.

  “Alright, I’ll be in your care, then.” Mag smiled as he extended his right hand toward Gloria.

  If he wanted to mingle with the upper class, he had to learn how to dance. Seeing as such a beautiful woman was willing to teach him, there was naturally no reason for him to refuse.

  He really liked watching men glower at him with envy, unable to do anything to him.

  Gloria looked down at her hands and hesitated momentarily before placing her left hand in Mag’s hand.

  His large warm hand was like a furnace, and the scorching heat made her blush even further. She took a step closer to Mag with her head slightly lowered, and quietly said, “Please rest your hand on my back.”


  “Alright.” Mag’s expression was gentle and composed. He wasn’t flustered just because he was holding such an exquisite beauty in his arms. He did as he was told, laying his hand over the small of Gloria’s back. However, his hand hovered about an inch away, without actually making contact with her skin.

  Gloria looked up at Mag with a slightly surprised expression. She was internally praising Mag for his gentlemanly conduct, but at the same time, she was also a little disappointed.

  Slow and soothing music began to play as the guests began to dance in the banquet hall.

  Gloria guided Mag, starting from the most basic dancing steps. They slowly got into a rhythm, and before long, they were already dancing smoothly to the music.

  It’s quite similar to modern ballroom dancing. There are only a few steps that are a little different, but after mastering those, this won’t be difficult at all, Mag thought to himself. It had only been less than 20 minutes since his crash course in dancing had begun, and he was already able to lead Gloria.

  As he sensed the envious or vicious glances being aimed at him, Mag’s dancing became more and more joyful.

  At the conclusion of the song, Gloria was panting slightly with a hand pressed over her chest. She looked at Mag in disbelief, and asked, “Mr. Mag, have you really never danced before?”


  Everyone was also looking at Mag with disbelief in their eyes. All of them were certain that Mag had intentionally taken advantage of Gloria.

  “It is indeed my first time. Perhaps this is what they call talent.” Mag shrugged in response.

  “Shameless!”


  The same word flashed through everyone’s hearts at the same time.

  However, Gloria had clearly been convinced, and she looked at Mag with admiration in her eyes as she said, “You really are a genius.”


  Mag was suddenly feeling a little sheepish.

  At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him. “You’re Mr. Mag from Mamy Restaurant, right? May I challenge you to a cooking contest?”