Chapter 233

Cassandra took a deep breath and tuned out all those staring eyes filled with curiosity, judgment, and envy. She pushed aside her thoughts and focused completely on the rhythm of the music. Their chemistry was undeniable. Moves flowed seamlessly between them — elegant spins, light-footed hops, precise kicks, and leg crosses — every step captured the fiery passion of tango perfectly. Just as she turned, a large cold hand suddenly wrapped around her wrist, followed by another firm touch landing on her waist. The chilling aura that followed made Cassandra flinch for half a second. When she looked up, there he was — Liam Sloane. “Mr. Sloane, stealing someone’s partner mid-dance isn’t exactly gentlemanly,” Cassandra said, frowning slightly, her voice cool. Just like Damien Blackwood, this man also had an overbearing air to him, but Liam gave off an even rougher, almost bandit-like edge. She tried to pull away, only to find his grip was calculated — not forceful enough to hurt her, but defin