Cherished By Seven Sisters

Lance’s face went as black as thunder. Before he lost his temper, a seductive voice drifted into the air out of the blue. “Why are you wearing such a dark look, Mr. Trump?” All the patrons looked over in the direction of the voice and were immediately floored. A beautiful lady was slowly descending the stairs from the second floor of the bar, her slender waist swaying slightly, even as her shapely legs led the way ahead. She was dressed in a magnificent red gown, complemented by a pair of bright silver high heels. She looked like a lofty queen descending from her throne. In truth, she was Yelena Lynch, who was dubbed Rose Queen, the mysterious owner of Nightrose Bar. Everyone had a besotted look in their eyes. They had long since heard that the mysterious owner of Nightrose was a top-notch beauty who was S**y and enticing. Beholding her then, they found that the rumors were indeed true. A faint smile played on Yelena’s lips, the bright red shade seemingly exuding a lethal allure. When she reached Cordelia, the crowd plunged into a trance for a moment. To their surprise, the two stellar beauties were not the least inferior to each other when they stood side by side. The only difference was Cordelia was aloof while Yelena was charming, just like ice and fire. Their combination was downright fatal. “Mr. Trump?” Lance had also gotten lost in Yelena’s appeal. Only when the latter called his name softly that he jolted back to reality. “Ms. Yelena, it’s not that I deliberately wanted to kick up a fuss at your bar, but this despicable couple played me for a fool just now. I merely want to seek justice for myself.” “Really?” Yelena chuckled seductively. Without warning, she turned to Cordelia and said, “He called you despicable, my dearest sister.” Sister? At once, Lance’s expression froze. At the same time, the crowd went into an uproar. Never had they expected the two rare and stunning beauties to be sisters. Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together! Cordelia had drunk quite a lot of red wine, so her cheeks were flushed. Nonetheless, her voice remained cold as she replied, “Have him slap himself, then.” “Okay.” Whirling around, Yelena regarded Lance with a bright smile. “Mr. Trump, my sister doesn’t like your remark earlier. She asked that you slap yourself.” Lance did not need her repeating it as he heard Cordelia loud and clear. Even so, he was still a touch bewildered. Yelena continued, “If you can’t bring yourself to do it, I can have someone else help you out. Or shall I talk to your father about it personally?” Despite the perpetual smile on her face, Lance felt as though she was a queen and her

words a royal decree. “N-No, it’s okay. I’ll do it myself.” Ultimately, he was defeated by her powerful aura. He obediently slapped himself a few times before slinking away. It was only then that Yelena studied Emrys closely. “Who’s this?” “Oh, he’s my boyfriend. His surname’s Lund,” Cordelia answered before Emrys could say anything. She went according to her plan to give Yelena a surprise. As expected, a trace of surprise showed in Yelena’s lovely eyes. “Boyfriend?” She eyed Emrys suspiciously. Emrys nodded. Yelena’s expression shifted. Grabbing Cordelia’s hand, she dragged her to the side and whispered, “Is he really your boyfriend, Delia? Or are you joking with me?” “Don’t you think he looks a lot like someone we know? On top of that, his surname is the same,” Cordelia said. Naturally, Yelena knew who she was referring to. “I know you miss Rys greatly. I miss him, too. But you can’t simply offer yourself to this man just because he looks a lot like Rys!” Unfortunately, Cordelia turned a deaf ear to the advice. Instead, she batted her eyelashes and said, “Let me ask you something, Lena. Do you still remember that we made a pact when we were young, vowing to marry the same man when we grow up?” In response, Yelena bobbed her head. Of course, I remember that. It was just a joke during our childhood. “I’ve already decided to marry him, so I came over this time to introduce him to you. That aside, I’ll be bringing him to meet the others.” Cordelia’s statement was so shocking that Yelena’s eyes instantly widened in fright. She hurriedly placed her delicate hand against Cordelia’s forehead. “You’re not running a fever, are you, Delia?” Verily, she could not believe Cordelia would say such a thing when the latter had always been an exceedingly sensible person. Ignoring her astonished gaze, Cordelia continued, “I’ve already asked my boyfriend, and he doesn’t mind living with us all.” When Yelena heard that, her face darkened. Isn’t that to be expected? He’ll be more than glad to do so when we’re all beyond outstanding! How could he possibly mind it? And how could she fail to understand that? Could it be that love really makes one’s IQ drop? Oh God, she must have lost her mind! Since I’m not getting through to her, I’ve got no choice but to talk to her boyfriend. Unbeknownst to her, a sly smile suddenly bloomed on Cordelia’s face when her back was turned. Cordelia threw Emrys a look. It was as though she was saying that she had finished her part, and he was up next. Grasping her meaning, Emrys started arrogantly, “You’re Cordelia’s younger sister who ranks third, yes? Since Cordelia has told you everything, I’m not going to repeat it again. I hope you won’t be

unreasonable about it.” Yelena was utterly dumbfounded. Good Lord! What kind of person is he? She gritted her teeth in frustration. He’s the typical kind of man who’s putting up a haughty act after gaining an advantage! What a sc*mbag! “I think we can go upstairs for a chat.” Although she was seething inwardly, she still maintained her regal air, merely shooting him an icy glare. It went without saying that Emrys would never turn that offer down. When they were heading upstairs, Emrys followed behind Yelena, silently admiring her bewitching figure. Witnessing that, the crowd went green with envy. They had no idea why Emrys was so lucky that he not only won over an aloof goddess but also received an invitation to the VIP room alone from Rose Queen herself. Truly, comparisons would only render one inferior. The elegant VIP room had excellent sound insulation. Once the door was closed, the noises from outside were cut off completely. Emrys sensed a chill pervading the air. Yelena sat on the leather couch with her legs crossed, her bright silver high heels seemingly emanating a frosty light. Her regal aura was fully unleashed. “Have a seat,” she ordered coldly. With a chuckle, Emrys went right over and plopped down beside her instead of sitting on the couch across from her. Immediately, Yelena frowned, and a trace of revulsion showed in her lovely eyes. Argh! This sc*mbag is simply insolent! If it weren’t for Delia, I’d have definitely chopped him into pieces! She had a flashback to the past when Joseph, the playboy from the Chalker family in the North River District, had paid no mind to the law and ruined countless girls just because he had an influential background. In the end, she truly could not stand watching anymore and found an opportunity and castrated the man. If this man here steps out of line today, I don’t mind granting JadeborougNôvel(D)rama.Org's content.