บท 1129: Chapter 1127: Master Allan, Don't Run Away

The crowd realized that the woman who had received Wayne Bailey's lucky kiss tonight was none other than Minette Morgan.

One by one, they had expressions as though they'd stepped in dog crap, their faces contorted with displeasure.

Minette, with one hand on her chest, stared at Wayne Bailey flushed with bashful excitement, beginning to pant as she spoke.

No, she had to hold herself together, she couldn't faint!

Wayne Bailey sat coldly on the couch, his face briefly showing a flicker of murderous intent that quickly passed through his eyes.

"I... I'm ready..." Minette showed her lucky card to everyone, "It's really me, I'm number 57!"

"..."

She felt like she was struggling to breathe, as if her brain was starved of oxygen.

Anna Jadwin had just danced a duet with Mr. Bailey, how could she have stayed so composed and danced serenely until the end?

Any other woman would have lost her composure in front of Wayne Bailey.