When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 400

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**Chapter 400: A Dance That Backfires**

Danny had faced rejection not once, but twice already that evening. The sting of disappointment lingered, yet he was resolute, unwilling to let it deter him from his pursuit.

As fate would have it, at that very moment, Gianna strolled by, her presence illuminating the dimly lit room.

“Oh wow, isn’t this Ms. Gianna? You look even more stunning in person than you do on screen!”

With a practiced ease, Danny delivered the same line he had used before, his tone unwavering, his charm polished to a shine. It was a well-worn strategy, one that playboys like him often employed, merely switching targets while keeping the same script.

Gianna had been feeling invisible all day, lost in the crowd of socialites and scholars. The sudden compliment caught her off guard, and for a fleeting moment, she froze, surprised by the attention. Then, as if a light had been switched on, her face blossomed into a radiant smile.

“Really? Thank you,” she replied, her voice sweet and melodic, a hint of playfulness dancing in her words. She instinctively tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture that Danny recognized all too well. That smile, that glimmer in her eyes—he could tell she was intrigued.

Adopting the persona of a gentleman, he leaned in slightly, his voice low and inviting. “I’m actually a huge fan of yours. Would you do me the honor of sharing a dance?”

Gianna felt a flutter of excitement in her chest. She was well aware of who he was—the youngest son of the Wright family. While they might not hold the same weight as the Currans, they were certainly a step above the Desters.

Vincent had been distant lately, his cold demeanor leaving her feeling unappreciated. If he could treat her with indifference, then why should she deny herself the pleasure of dancing with another man, or perhaps even something more?

With a smile that masked her inner turmoil, she replied, “Of course, I don’t mind.”

The moment she agreed, Danny’s grin widened, a sense of triumph washing over him.

Tsk, tsk. Both women belonged to the prestigious Nygard family, yet how strikingly different they were. With just a few flattering words, Gianna was already convinced of her allure.

So effortlessly drawn in. A drink later, and who knew where the night might lead? It was all too easy.

As they glided onto the dance floor, each lost in their own thoughts, the music enveloped them, yet the chemistry that sparked between Jeremy and Amelia was glaringly absent here.

Still, that lack of genuine connection didn’t stop them from exchanging flirtatious glances and attempting to create an air of intimacy, hidden from the world around them.

Gianna reveled in her own beauty, a sense of pride swelling within her. Even at a networking event, she was the one being approached, the one receiving compliments. Unlike Amelia, who seemed to wear an air of superiority, as if she were above everyone else. Sure, Jeremy might keep her in his orbit for now, but what man would dare to pursue her?