The red moon returns

Chapter 368 Farce
what's the situation?
Lin Qi felt the blood vessels in his forehead throbbing and his anger instantly rose.

The plot in the novel actually happened in real life, and it happened to me? Don't you know that this lady is already taken?

No, this is revenge.

Just now I stole the princess's first dance and stole their limelight. They probably knew that Miss Diana and I were close, so they came out to disgust me on purpose.

The problem is that you just failed, and you turned around and came to find Miss Diana, and both of you appeared in front of me at the same time, which is equivalent to telling everyone that they are taking revenge.

Noble manners or family reputation?
Doing such a thing just to vent one's anger, is this really the behavior of a nobleman?
Lynch was very sensitive and felt that the situation was a bit strange. Thinking back to what Officer Natalie had mentioned before the dance started, that several people were staring at him and Miss Valente, he realized that things might not be as simple as he thought, and he stopped again.

The cliché scene was still going on. The two noble sons were like peacocks spreading their tails, competing to show off their feathers in front of Miss Valente. Miss Valente just smiled faintly and shook her head gently.

The two men were talking to each other, but the noble lady remained unmoved. She didn't even look at them. Her eyes were fixed on the direction of the dance floor, and no one knew what she was thinking.

This was already a very rude and harsh rejection, but the two of them still persevered in their performance, completely ignoring the displeasure on Miss Valente's face. This made Lynch, who was watching from afar, look gloomy, and he became more and more certain that there was definitely something wrong with the attitude of these two people.

After quickly sorting out the current situation and counting the cards in his hand, Lynch sneered, waved to the waiter passing by, whispered a few words in his ear, then tore off a piece of paper, wrote a few words and handed it to him. Watching him leave in a hurry, Lynch narrowed his eyes, straightened his collar and cuffs, and walked over with a smile.

"Miss Diana, it's just a dance, there's no other meaning. Although I'm the secretary of Governor Wayne, I'm also a viscount personally appointed by His Majesty the King. Like the Valente family, I serve His Majesty the King. There's no need to destroy the tacit understanding between the families for a dance."

"Yes, Miss Diana, although the Williams family is only a viscount family and cannot match the status of your Valente family, it is still better than ordinary people. Moreover, he finally found an opportunity to curry favor with the princess. He just finished dancing with Her Royal Highness, so how could he dance with you again right away? You wait for him here..."

"Gentlemen, please wait a moment before you continue." Miss Valente looked at the two men with a half-smile and said softly, "I have a question."

The two men looked delighted and stared at the pretty countess, waiting for her question.

"Although I have met you several times in various activities in the past two years and have had some conversations with you, we are not close friends yet." The earl's smile suddenly faded, and her serious face was full of condescending intimidation. "Have I allowed you to call me Diana? Do you think anyone is qualified to call me Diana? I suggest that you two gentlemen think carefully. In order to show respect for me and the Valente family, please call me Miss Valente. Thank you for your cooperation."

The two young nobles were frightened by the sudden outburst of the superior's momentum. They subconsciously took a step back, choking and speechless for a while. Especially the looks from the noble ladies around them made them look extremely embarrassed.

Those noble ladies had strange smiles on their faces. They gathered together, secretly looking at them and whispering to each other. For a moment, the two men were extremely embarrassed and regretted this invitation very much.

However, something even more embarrassing happened next. A voice sounded from behind them.

"Diana, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time."

Who is this? Did you call her Diana? Didn't you see we were just scolded for this?

The two turned back angrily and saw a smiling face that they would never forget for a long time.

"Lynch Leviev."

"Huh? Who are you? Do I know you? This is so confusing."

Lynch looked at the two of them blankly, shook his head helplessly, walked straight past them, and came to Miss Valente.

The countess bit her lip lightly, her smile half hidden by her folding fan, and her expressive eyes stared without blinking at Lynch who was striding towards her.

However, when he was about to reach the front, Lynch suddenly stopped, knocked his head, turned around and walked back to the two noble sons.

The two men were stunned, staring blankly at Lynch as he came back, totally not understanding what he was going to do.

So, in front of their stunned gazes, Lynch took the flowers from the young man named Williams. His action was so natural that the other party subconsciously let go. "Thank you, thank you, Tom."

Lynch patted the young man's arm seriously, then returned to Miss Valente with the flowers.

The Earl's daughter was almost out of breath after folding her fan. When she saw Lynch coming over with the flowers, she snatched them away and glared at him fiercely.

This guy is still so annoying, just like when we first met, I didn't let him sit opposite me, so he sat next to me instead.

The two young nobles then realized that the injury was not serious, but the insult was extremely strong. They were so angry that their faces turned blue.

However, Lynch had already extended his hand to Miss Valente: "Beautiful Miss Diana, may I have the honor to invite you to dance with me?"

"Well." The Countess touched her lips lightly with her slender fingers and smiled playfully, "Let me think about it..."

"What are you thinking about?" Lynch grabbed Miss Valente's hand, pulled her and ran away. "It's almost time to start. If you think about it any longer, you will be late. Let's go."

"Hahahaha, you are so rude."

So, in the surprised eyes of all the noble ladies and the numb gaze of the two noble sons, someone forcibly abducted a noble lady and dragged her all the way to the dance floor, leaving only a string of soft laughter.

Click click click.

Without any warning, countless spotlights began flashing, freezing time at this moment. The eldest daughter of the Earl's family held the hand of the commoner boy and walked onto the dance floor with a beautiful smile.

The reporters who had been prepared were wasting film like crazy, the spotlights on the dance floor never stopped, and the two young nobles looked at each other, with a bit more ferocity in their eyes.

The two have already stepped onto the dance floor under the accompaniment of spotlights. Before the music starts, more and more people are entering the dance floor. The two just hold hands and stand there side by side, allowing reporters to take pictures.

Miss Valente just frowned, then smiled again, with no worry in her expression. Instead, Lynch leaned close to Miss Valente's ear and whispered, "Am I in trouble?"

"No," said the Countess, smiling brightly, "how can it cause any trouble? I am very glad that you would invite me to dance with you."

"Really?" Lynch sighed, "Will it not affect the reputation of the Valente family?"

"Have you guessed it?" Miss Valente's smile paused, but she quickly returned to normal. "I am mentally prepared, and I also have countermeasures. I won't let them attack the family so easily."

Feeling a little touched, Lin Qi shook the little hand in his heart and said with a smile: "Do you believe me?"

"What do you think?" The countess rolled her eyes at him.

"Then let me handle this matter. I will put a perfect end to this farce."

"It's my pleasure."

The countess nodded slightly and handed her other hand to Lynch.

The music started and the second dance began.

(End of this chapter)