Chapter 134 Imposter

• Augusta's POV(past life):
• She walked into the building, glancing about as she searched for the man in the picture. She was dressed in a shirt black shimmering gown with a slit on the side just to look sexy, along with silver heels. Her hair cascaded down her back as she scanned the room. A femme fatale. She was playing that role again. It was something her murdered family knew her for. She walked past drunk men and women, walking to the VIP seat as she caught a glimpse of a man. Of course, she knew how to deal with this. She stepped into the VIP centre. Of course, she had her pass with her. She noticed the man staring about with two ladies trying hard to get his attention. She nearly rolled her eyes. His gaze finally rose and met hers. With that, she pretended to fall. His weakness was already mastered before she arrived here.
• He had his taste in women, but couldn't ignore women in black. It was the weirdest thing on the list. He loved glossy skin and long legs. She had those and knew she did. She wasn't afraid to flaunt it. As she fell she made sure her cleavage was on display, as well as her thighs. His eyes went down to her legs and she pretended to blush with embarrassment, quickly rising from this leg. His eyes were on her as she adjusted her outfit. The other ladies looked at her with surprise but they were dismissed by this man who was entrenched by the beauty before him. Her long legs grabbed his attention more than any part of her body while she pretended to be shy. Yeah, he had a thing for shy women as well. When she noticed his lips turn upwards, she smiled too but slightly noticeably.