Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Yes, Miss Doris is the only daughter of General Otacorvi who controls [-] imperial cavalry. She also possesses holy-level magic potential."

As a man from a different track, Downer also showed envious and longing eyes, "The wealth she possesses is unimaginable."

Are there really such perfect people in this world?

Grace frowned, "I remember that Miss Doris seemed to be very popular as a singer?"

"Yes. Miss Doris accepted the goddess's preference. She is incredibly beautiful and her life is smooth sailing."

The middle-aged men who are at the toughest stage of life couldn't help but sigh helplessly about their fate.

Grace was suddenly curious, what kind of person was this Miss Doris?

But despite this, he would not consider Doris as a partner.

First of all, having considerable magical talent but choosing to be a singer must be extremely self-confident.

Secondly, as a proud girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth, her vision is far beyond that of ordinary people, so it is not easy to fool her.

In the end, that meager profit was not enough to tie up Miss Doris.

It cannot be controlled, so the risks behind it are unimaginable.

……

In the wine area filled with goblets, Doris was on the soft brown leather sofa, under the starry windows, her white wrists lazily supporting her head.

A glass of reddish wine was swaying in her right hand, and her gaze was like a hunter sweeping over every lady in long skirts who passed by in front of her.

No...this isn't either...

The name of today's banquet was some boring nobleman's birthday, and Doris didn't want to know about it.

Surrounded by a large group of noble men wearing palace attire and imperial military uniforms, they pretended to chat, but all the other eyes were focused on him.

Doris couldn't help but look away.

Men are the most annoying creatures in the world, they are boring and uninteresting.

Normally, time is controlled by the lower body, and when he regains his senses occasionally, he can barely look like a human being.

It makes me irritated just to talk about it. If the chicken-haired man hadn't been irritating me, how could the kitten be lost?

There was a low black pressure hovering on Doris's gorgeous face - she said bluntly, "I'm in a bad mood, don't mess with me."

In this way, it is like a natural barrier that blocks everyone from chatting.

My cat... Doris let out a helpless sigh.

Butler Marshall did not find the true identity of the cat. Although she was eventually tracked to stay at the Cotillard Hotel, her final identity is still an unsolved mystery.

When Doris thought about the beautiful cat dancing with others, she felt as regretful as if her beloved toy had been taken away.

Time slipped away during the search, and I don’t know how long it took.

The melodious sound of violin and organ sounded first, and then the crisp sound of piano echoed with the brisk rhythm, and the resonance of the musical instruments started the dance.

It's dance time?How about looking for a kitten?

The so-called youngest daughter of the Upton family was left behind by Doris.

She finally took a sip of the wine that had been swirling for a long time, and her red lips were stained with the bright red wine, which made them a little more moisturizing.

Doris placed the wine glass on the wine table filled with goblets, then elegantly lifted up her skirt and walked towards the center of the dance floor while searching.

She didn't need to look back to know how many noble ladies followed her with envy and admiration, and how many noble gentlemen followed her.

It doesn't matter to you how those people whisper about themselves.

But...it would be very annoying if it blocked the way forward.

A shy, handsome noble boy was pushed out from the crowd.

He blushed, held up a beautiful red rose, and said stutteringly,

"Um, um...beautiful Miss Doris, can I ask you to dance?"

The world seemed to be quiet for a moment, and all eyes were focused on Doris, looking forward to her answer.

Doris smiled and declined politely,

"Sorry, I don't feel well today and don't want to dance."

The young man looked back frequently, and Doris followed his gaze and saw a group of winking aristocratic young men staring here and whispering to each other.

boring.

The young man's face turned red from suppressing it. As if he had tried his best, he raised the rose high and begged,

"Miss Doris, please...it's just a dance, me and...them..."

Before the boy could continue to speak, Doris refused in a deep voice without hesitation,

"Thank you for your love."

She ignored the brilliant roses and the comments of the crowd, and stood above the crowd like a high-ranking princess.

Doris looked around and even wiped a piece of butter from the table with her slender index finger and put it in her mouth to taste it.

She thought she would be able to relax a little bit after her clear rejection, but she didn't expect to bump into Karta who was like a peacock spreading its tail.

The man's broad body blocked the intersection between the two dining tables, "Miss Doris."

If it wasn't for the violation of noble etiquette, Doris would have simply rolled her eyes and punched Carta away.

"What's the matter? Your Highness."

Doris's beautiful face was as cold as frost and snow, and her eyes were as fierce and aggressive as a female leopard pressing her paws.

She finally got rid of Carta's entanglement, and now she got close to him again, making Doris even more irritable.

"Would you like to dance?"

Karta bowed gentlemanly, stretched out his slender arms and opened his palms as an invitation to dance.

"I recently got the manuscript of "Camellia" by the great writer Cloris, are you interested in chatting with me?"

"Your Highness, I'm not interested."

The muscles on Doris's face twitched, and her eyes glanced behind Carta irritably, still not giving up hope and searching for the whereabouts of the kitten.

Passing through countless women's moments, while not forgetting to reject Karta cleanly,

"I suggest you talk to your fiancée, Miss Carol. I'm not feeling well today and I don't want to dance with anyone."

Is the original manuscript alone enough to attract you?ridiculous.

"How about we sit down and have a chat?"

Karta's face could no longer keep it up, and his arms stayed stiff in place for a long time. Finally, he raised them to his mouth, and then put them down again.

It seems like he wants to bite his nails...?

But Doris was too lazy to care about this, and left a sentence - "No chat, I have to leave first, I will contact you next time."

He walked quickly past the prince who was spreading his tail like a peacock, his eyes stopped at the stairs covered with red carpet, and then his pupils suddenly widened.

That little kitty that keeps searching! !He is holding the stairs docilely! ! !

The looming black gauze covers the delicate face, but highlights the agility and clarity of the red eyes, which is as mesmerizing as the stars on a moonlit night.

The neck ring of the evening dress restrained her fair neck, and her slender body looked even more delicious in the gorgeous slim-fitting dress.

His height, which was not yet fully developed, barely reached the level of the gentleman in front of him when he stood on the steps.

It's so cute.

Gudu, Doris heard the swallowing sound of her throat in the bright dance music, and the desire to create burst out passionately under the trembling of her soul.

She wanted to paint a portrait of the cat that everyone would admire.

But there was some resistance on the arm, "Wait a minute, Doris..."

Doris didn't need to look back to know that it was Karta who held her captive.

Clenching her back molars, Doris shook off Carta's hand with a clean snap, without stopping for a word.

She held up the hem of the dress and walked straight towards Grace like a ruthless wind, her eyes locked on the snow-like girl with an extremely aggressive look.

The gentleman standing in front of the cat doesn't seem to be very gentlemanly.

He put his hand on his chest in an extremely ignorant manner, made a gentleman's salute, and at the same time extended his inviting hand.

Miss Cat's index finger resting on the brown armrest tapped unnaturally.

The cute little kitten encountered the same trouble as herself.

But...how could such a cute little kitten be overtaken by others! !

Doris's eyes suddenly shrank, her high heels clicked like sparks, and she strode quickly to the side of the dreaming girl.

Her confident red lips curved into a perfect arc, Doris smiled, and stretched out her slender arms like a seductive siren, her green-white, well-jointed fingers standing side by side to issue an invitation.

The mature voice full of feminine softness gently seduced the girl, "This beautiful lady, do you want to dance together?"

133. An invitation to dance together

Grace made a lot of money for Donald Upton.

A shrewd businessman like Boss Donner certainly understands the importance of cooperation and connections, and of course he does his best to serve Grace.

The magic drink for [-] people that Grace placed in the trunk of the carriage was placed in the tasting area next to the wine area under the arrangement of Boss Donner.

Since there was no name for the time being, Grace only told Boss Donner that this was a special juice.

Finally, Grace chose to negotiate with Mr. Edward Weeks, the director of the Polk Ocean Company.

Passing through the long corridor from the third floor, accompanied by burning incense and melodious music, Grace took Nora and Donner to the luxurious reception hall on the second floor.

Because she was wearing a veil, the threat of being recognized was greatly reduced, so Grace could safely make money for the time being.

While going downstairs, Boss Donner vaguely asked some questions about "Where is Miss Elsa's hometown?" or "Are you used to this kind of banquet?"

Grace knew that Donner was lying, so she only said that it was a magical family who came to trick Donner.

The moment we arrived at the banquet hall, it happened to be the moment when the dance started.

Countless young talents are gearing up, trying to invite the ladies they like to dance with them.

The rotating dance skirts of various colors swayed gently in circles, the high heels stepped on the expensive velvet rugs, and the beautiful and elegant waltz filled the entire living room with an upper-class atmosphere.

What Grace needs to be wary of is the older magician who is talking to the royal brother.

Therefore, when she entered the hall, she was the first to stop on the stairs, her keen eyes scanning countless unfamiliar faces like a hawk.

On the far left side of the ball, next to the drinking area consisting of six long tables covered with lace table mats, aristocratic young people of varying heights and heights like a jungle formed a group, and were constantly being crowded inward.

Maybe Karta is in there?

"Miss Elsa, what a coincidence, Mr. Edward is right in front, please wait for a while."

Boss Donner, who was walking in front, said hello to Grace, and then he came up to her enthusiastically.

Leather shoes stepped on the red carpet, and Donner's back rushed into the conversation room on the left front where a middle-aged man was holding a goblet and talking loudly.

He joined the small group abruptly, but not abruptly and put his arm on the shoulder of a muscular man.

Then they beat their chests using a signature movement unique to men to express the intimacy of the relationship.

Then, they looked at each other, smiled, and started chatting.

Grace felt that they still needed some time, so she leaned her soft body against the armrest, hugged her hands and relaxed her body.

The ankle is still recovering, so rest as much as possible.

Suddenly, a breeze with the fragrance of gardenia blew in his face, and Afro prepared to climb up from the other side of the stairs as if he was deliberately trying to attract his attention.

She obeyed her orders obediently, did not talk to him, and passed by expressionlessly.

Avro's footsteps slowly stepped onto the steps, and the moment he was about to pass his body, suddenly, the brows and eyes on his clean face curved, revealing a smile as bright as a flower.

There was only a moment of shock, and the moment he stepped onto the second step, he restrained himself.

Grace lowered her head and subtly discovered that there was a blooming rose in her hand that was as red as a flame.

Avro...is really...too presumptuous.