George walked over gracefully holding a glass of wine.

This beautiful lady was alone at this time. Her appearance was extremely outstanding, attracting the attention of many men.

But they all avoided her as if they were avoiding disaster. The dance has now progressed, only a few sisters have said hello, and no one has invited her to dance.

It's a ridiculous thing to be at a dance and no one is invited.

However, she seems to have gotten used to it.

When someone looked at her, she smiled at others and drank her wine while minding her own business.

But her smile was mixed with a bit of helplessness and bitterness. She took a sip of red wine, put down the glass, and left early.

But at this moment, the red wine glass swayed gently, flickering with an alluring light under the candlelight.

Like stars falling from the sky, they fell in front of her eyes.

Martha's eyes moved slightly and she looked along the red wine glass.

Her pupils dilated slightly, and she saw a tall man with an elegant manner, but a strong and mighty look between his brows.

George smiled and said: "Hello, Miss, may I invite you to the first dance tonight?"

Martha was slightly stunned, even a little unbelievable.

His elegant and easy-going behavior, coupled with his unique temperament that seems to have been tempered on the battlefield, is extremely charming. Martha has reason to believe that none of the daughters of the nobles and wealthy people present today will refuse his invitation.

If the other party hadn't sent the invitation, Martha wouldn't even have believed it.

Mafa had no reason to refuse, but she said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm ready to leave."

In response to such an answer, George showed a hint of disappointment, but his smile weakened: "That's really a pity, beautiful lady, can you tell me your name?"

"I want to know the name of the goddess I missed tonight."

"Martha." Martha smiled.

George murmured: "Martha..."

"Thank you." George smiled and left.

Martha lowered her eyes slightly and left apologetically.

George looked at Martha's leaving back, a trace of regret flashed in his heart, but that was all.

Martha left alone. When she reached the door, her heart moved slightly. She looked back and did not find the handsome figure inviting her. She felt a little sad.

But he turned around and left.

...

"Green, maybe I blamed you wrongly."

Seeing George being rejected, his good brother Green felt a sense of joy in his heart.

"It's okay, brother."

"It's just women, they will only affect our mood." Green comforted, but in his heart he was very happy to see George being rejected.

Seeing that the other person was on the same level as him, Green felt relieved. He was not the only one who was rejected anyway.

George sighed: "You are right, they do affect our mood sometimes."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful girl came over and said proactively: "Hello."

Seeing this girl's appearance, Green's eyes widened and he quickly said, "Hello."

The girl squirmed a little and said rather shyly: "I want to know a story about a fighting hero. Can you tell it to me?"

When Green heard the words "fighting hero", his heart felt hot. He was so excited that he pointed at himself and said, "Did George hear this? There are girls who want to know about my deeds as a fighting hero."
Chapter completed!