Chapter 117

In the gilded banquet hall, a massive chandelier composed of hundreds of candles blazed with brilliant radiance; silver cutlery and crystal plates shimmered dazzlingly, a champagne tower rose like a small golden mountain, silk tablecloths flowed smoothly downward, men’s leather shoes gleamed polished, and women’s high heels were inlaid with gems and pearls.

The lavish skirts hung like curtains drawn from the Milky Way; as their steps glided to the lively dance music, hazy specks of light swirled between ties and hemlines. Tall Bruce gently clasped Selina’s waist and spun with her across the dance floor.

To the eye, they were the most matched couple on the floor: handsome Bruce, impeccably dressed in a suit, radiated masculine charm at every moment; though Catwoman was petite, her figure flowed with elegant curves—years of exercise had given her muscle definition smoother than any other woman’s. The sequined mermaid dress clung perfectly to her sensual silhouette, and her exposed neck bore a necklace of pink diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires—its dazzling brilliance made Selina the most radiant presence in the entire dance hall.

Of course, this harmony was only surface-deep; as a first-timer at such a social gathering, Catwoman certainly wasn’t going to dance quietly.

“Take your eyes off them…” Bruce whispered close to her ear: “Staring like that is impolite.”

“I love that string of pearls on her wrist—especially the biggest one in the middle. That luster is so enchanting,” Catwoman blinked her big eyes, fixated on another woman’s pearl bracelet.

Bruce was about to speak again when Catwoman pulled her gaze away and turned it on him. Selina had exceptionally beautiful green eyes—greener and purer than the emeralds around her neck. Under that gaze, Bruce’s mind went blank; the words on his tongue vanished, replaced by: “...If you like pearls, I can give you a string too.”

Catwoman said: “I know—you’re just trying to stop me from stealing it. Fine. Even though I didn’t listen to a word you said about the party rules, I know I can’t steal here…”

Bruce was almost moved. His struggle with this cat had been nothing short of brutal.

First, Catwoman was a girl from the slums, and she was still young; her thefts were mostly confined to Gotham City, and she had never attended any proper high-society gatherings.