Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 163: The day of the party [2]

The grand hall loomed ahead with ornate arches etched in gold, chandelier crystals sparkling from the ceiling and a red carpet stretching wide into the center of the celebration.

As Brandon stepped forward, Florence remained clinging to his arm, her body brushing against his with each step.

The deep blue silk of her dress shimmered with each movement, its neckline proudly accentuating the swell of her breasts, and her soft perfume floated in the air, teasing his senses.

He walked in composed, exuding a quiet confidence as dozens of heads began to turn.

The trio instantly got everyone’s attention as all heads turned to them in mid conversation.

"Is that the Herald of the Church?"

"That’s him... Brandon Kael..."

"And the woman on his arm... that’s Florence Beaufort, isn’t it?"

Florence clutched his arm tighter, drawing herself closer to him.

Her voice was soft, sultry, meant for his ears only "They’re staring at you already... I’m almost jealous."

Brandon smiled faintly and leaned just a little toward her "They’re staring at both of us, Florence. You came dressed to kill, after all."

She giggled, her chest brushing against his arm as she leaned into him more openly "Then let them look. You’re mine for the night."

Behind them, Charlotte walked silently, her long coat flowing gently with her stride.

She moved with that same cold elegance that had long become her signature.

Though she made no attempt to interrupt or comment, her eyes flickered briefly toward Florence’s hand, still wrapped possessively around Brandon’s arm.

Looking at Charlotte everyone gasped, and the whole place went silent for a moment under her presence.

Florence smiled dryly and whispered "See Miss Charlotte silencing everyone."

Brandon couldn’t help but smile "Well she is scary."

Upon hearing this, Florence was amused "Is she like that in the house too?"

Shaking his head, he replied "Not really. She is a great Big Sister."

More women approached, powerful nobles and matriarchs dressed in fine dresses.

But none dared to approach the Herald immediately.

They watched while some whispered among themselves.

Florence noticed them, her lips curling into a smirk. "I think I’ve just made myself a target," she whispered.

"All these women thinking they can pluck the Herald for themselves... but they don’t know this man is for me tonight."

Brandon laughed softly under his breath, just enough for her to feel it against her temple as he leaned in. "Yep, tonight I am yours. I wonder if that is why you made Eira ditch her plans to come here."

She blushed faintly and tapped his arm "Don’t talk about other women when you are with me."

He let out a chuckle and Charlotte walked closer to them.

"Don’t stray too far from me," she said quietly, her eyes not leaving the crowd.

Brandon nodded, smiling lightly. "Hmm."

Together, the trio stepped off the carpet and entered the ballroom, where chandeliers glittered like stars and waitresses glided past carrying trays of drinks.

Large circular tables draped in silver and white cloth were placed throughout the chamber, each one occupied by dignified women dressed in extravagant gowns, matriarchs of noble bloodlines, magnates of powerful corporations, high-ranking officials from the Government, and more than a few battle-scarred generals.

It was a gathering of society’s true upper crust, those who ruled in boardrooms and battlefields alike.

Brandon could feel their stares prickling at his skin but he remained composed.

Florence looked around in search of empty tables ’Hmm... tables..’

But before she could finish her thought, the rhythmic echo of hurried footsteps resounded across the marble floor.

Brandon turned his head to look at the woman walking towards him.

Her long black hair cascaded down her back, while her crimson eyes locked onto him.

Her gown was simple yet impeccably tailored, but what stood out more than her refined beauty was that she is missing her left arm.

Brandon instantly recognized her... Maerina Vaelis Caeles, matriarch of house Caeles.

Without a word, Maerina slowly lowered herself onto one knee before him, her dress pooling around her.

A wave of murmurs surged through the ballroom.

Everyone was dumbfounded to see her suddenly kneel in front of him.

Florence stiffened beside Brandon, her fingers tightening around his arm in disbelief.

Brandon too, blinked in surprise ’The fuck?’

With her remaining arm, Maerina reached out with utmost care and gently took hold of Brandon’s wrist.

Her fingers were reverent, as if she were afraid to offend him by being too forward.

She bowed her head and brought his hand toward her lips.

"It is my pleasure... that the Herald of Divinity has offered his presence at tonight’s humble gathering."

Then, she pressed her lips delicately to the back of his hand.

In the ancient customs of noble etiquette, to kiss the hand of a divine emissary was an act of veneration, a symbol of submission not to the man... but to the divine power he represented.

Brandon’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but he did not pull back his hand.

Slowly, he spoke, "Hmm. Get up."

Maerina lifted her head, her eyes meeting his for a brief second before she stood.

She turned her head toward Charlotte, offering her a respectful nod and a smile.

"Lady Charlotte. It’s been a long time. I’m glad you came."

Charlotte met her gaze, nodding once.

Maerina then turned slightly to gesture with her right hand, "Please. Allow me to escort you to your table. It has been prepared especially for your arrival."

Florence was still stunned, but she recovered enough to show a quick, polite smile as she nodded.

"Thank you, Lady Caeles," she said, stepping with Brandon as they followed.

Charlotte walked alongside them, her gaze sweeping the ballroom once more.

As they moved, women along the path parted instinctively and stared at them.

They reached a secluded table positioned in a prime spot overlooking the front floor.

Maerina gestured toward the center chair, which was slightly more designed than the others. "Please, Herald. This seat is yours."

Brandon looked at it for a moment before giving a small nod.

He walked to it and sat down, prompting Florence to take the seat beside him, smoothing her dress as she crossed her legs.

Charlotte settled on the other side of the table, her coat falling open slightly as she reclined on the table.

Maerina stepped back, bowed her head once more, and took her leave without a word.

Florence leaned in with a whisper, "Well... you’ve certainly made an entrance."

Brandon glanced at Maerina’s retreating figure and frowned slightly ’She is the one ordered Seonhwa to kill the acolyte and also spy on the Church...’

’But now she is bowing to me.’

At this time, two women walked to Brandon’s table and he raised his head with a smile "Naevora, Sister Yverine."

Yverina was wearing a silver gown designed to highlight her toned shoulders, sculpted arms, and ample cleavage without overstepping into crassness.

While Naevora is wearing her usual tight top and a jacket over it.

Yverina gave a soft nod while Naevora slid into the empty seat beside Brandon, stretching one leg over the other.

Her jacket flared slightly as she sat, revealing the tight curve of her waist beneath the top.

"You brat, causing such a ruckus with just your entrance."

Brandon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I didn’t exactly ask Maerina to kneel."

Florence, sitting to Brandon’s left, stifled a giggle at that, while Charlotte just stayed silent.

Brandon smiled dryly and looked at her dress.

Leaning in, he whispered "Is this how you dress to a formal party? Look at Sister Yverine. She actually dressed for the occasion. Are you going to the gym after this?"

Her lips twitched in annoyance "Shut up, brat. It’s embarrassing to wear some stuff and I am not feminine like that. See, Florence, half of her tits are out. Do you want me to wear something like that?"

With a slight cough, he muttered "Well I don’t mind if I get to see your tits."

Her eyebrows twitched in frustration "You darn bastard. Come to the training next time, I will break your bones."

Florence, to her credit, gave him a knowing smile, her cleavage very much prominent under the deep V of her sapphire dress "Oh, are we discussing me now? Should I cover up? I’d hate to give anyone the wrong idea."

Brandon chuckled and muttered "No, Florence. You are perfect as it is."

A faint blush dusted her cheeks "Thank you, sweetheart."

Charlotte who was silent looked down at her clothes ’Does Kael like when the dress is revealing?’

She is also not wearing a party dress; she just wore her usual clothes.

Her gaze flickered to Florence ’And her... seems like she is trying to seduce Kael with her charms.’

Yveriene sat there silently and took the water to take a sip.

"Lord Herald."

Hearing an excited voice, Brandon turned his head and looked at Callista who was walking toward him.

Brandon showed a warm smile and gestured "Come here, Callista."

Meanwhile, the people at surrounding tables were quite surprised by the powerful people surrounding Brandon’s table.

What the hell?