Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 120 Freya's Big Hand
"Caesar, how about we go to Fou Cafe for a drink later?"

On his way home from school, Leon asked Caesar.

After the incident, they hadn't even reached out to inquire about Mika's family. Caesar only learned through a letter that Mika, who was at the venue at the time, was unharmed and that his family was safe.

“Forget it for today, you go by yourself, I have things to do when I get back,” Caesar said.

He has been trying out the new powers unlocked by the Imperial Seal during this period, so busy that he has neglected other things.

Leon didn't insist. After saying goodbye, he ran off on his own.

Caesar walked to the platform and waited for the tram.

Before the tram arrived, a familiar white Foton car pulled up in front of him. The door opened, and Freya's long, gray hair came into view.

"Caesar, good afternoon," Freya greeted him with a smile.

“Fria? What brings you here?” Caesar asked.

"I came to pick you up from school," Freya said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Come in quickly."

Caesar got into the car, started the engine, and drove towards home.

"Are you hungry? Shall I take you to get something to eat?" Freya said.

“No need, she should be at home cooking by now,” Caesar said.

Freya nodded, then continued:
"Speaking of which, I should arrange a driver for you, so that it would be more convenient for you to go to and from school every day, at least you wouldn't have to squeeze onto the tram."

"No need for that. I'm fine as I am."

To be honest, he wasn't used to being driven to and from school in a luxury car every day like a young master.

Freya was very troubled by this.

Logically, after recognizing Yumilia, she should have arranged their lives in her own hands. As the chairman of a listed company, she certainly couldn't let them continue living their previous lives.

But Yumilia didn't want her to do too much. For now, she continued working in the botanical garden, living an ordinary life, just like before.

This left Freya with nowhere to express her love.

However, the day before yesterday she discovered something that made her feel like there was something she could do.

"By the way, Caesar, there's something I wanted to tell you today."

"what?"

Freya took out a stack of documents from a storage box in the armrest of her seat.

“I saw your name in the Youth Invention Fund the day before yesterday. You registered a beverage trademark called ‘Fengda’?” Freya said.

“Oh, yes, that was two months ago, but I still haven’t received a reply from them,” Caesar said.

He had completely forgotten about the beverages lately, as he was too busy with other things to pay attention to.

“Without an internal letter of recommendation, they won’t stamp your application,” Freya said, shaking her head. “If you ever have this idea again, just tell me. I can contact the chairman of the foundation directly and help you get the stamp quickly.”

She handed the documents to Caesar, who took them and saw that they were complete patent certificates. "Funda" was now a legal and legitimate beverage brand in the kingdom.

I couldn't get it done after two months of trying, but Freya got it all done in a single day.
Is this the power of capital?
"Then... thank you, Freya."

“There’s no need for family members to thank each other for such a small thing,” Freya said.

“In addition, I’ve looked at your product, and I’ve also shown it to my market analyst and a friend who’s in the food business. They’re both very optimistic about this beverage. There hasn’t been a sparkling beverage that has been industrialized before. If the marketing approach is correct, it can definitely capture a large market share,” Freya said with a smile. “So, I’m planning to invest in your product. Well, for the first round of investment, let’s say one million gold lang.”

Caesar stood there, stunned.

One million gold coins.

Perhaps his long-term frugal lifestyle had severely limited his imagination regarding money. The 80,000 gold coins he had acquired by chance had been hidden away for six years, and he couldn't bear to spend them. Now, Freya casually asked for a million.

If he were to earn it himself, how long would it take him to reach that million?

Such rapid improvement left him momentarily stunned, his heart racing. After a moment, he calmed down and said, "Well, thank you, Freya. As for the share and debt agreement, I..."

At this point, Freya couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh: "You child, I am your Freya. You are an investment in the family, so why are you talking about these things?"

“However, it’s too early for you to start a business at your age. Let you try it out first. If you’re interested in going into business in the future, it’s good to lay a foundation now,” Freya said gently.

"Even if I lose some money, it doesn't matter. I know plenty of people whose children have lost money starting their own businesses."

"Is this considered a slight loss?" Caesar thought to himself, a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Freya's love was still a bit too heavy.
The administration building of Saint-Illustrations College.

Greenwald filled the cup in front of him with brown tea, then personally carried the tray to the coffee table.

“Miss Ita, this is tea leaves that were freshly picked this season in the East Helier region. They have a very rich flavor. You may want to try them.”

He sat on the sofa opposite, smiling and raising his hand in greeting.

There are probably only a handful of people in this world who would have him personally pour tea.

The head of the Frederick family was one of them.

As the only remaining pure-blooded dragon in the world, this girl's status is no less than that of any king, and perhaps even higher.

The girl raised her teacup and took a small sip of the steaming tea leaves.

"A pleasant taste, General Greenworth," Ita said casually, setting down his teacup.

“I’m glad you like it,” Greenwald said with a smile. “However, I prefer people to call me Principal now. Titles like General are all things from before.”

“So, you know why I’ve come here, right?” Ita said.

“Of course.” Greenworth nodded.

"Do you wish to enroll in Saint Illustrious Academy as an ordinary student and study in the Red Thistle Class 1?"

“That’s right,” Ita nodded.

Greenwald smiled helplessly: "Well, I am indeed a little sorry, Your Excellency Ita. As you know, the school is in a difficult situation right now. It is indeed a bit difficult to temporarily accept a student."

"Can't you do it even as the principal?" Ita frowned her delicate eyebrows.

“Well, please let me explain first.” Greenwald raised a hand.

Although he still didn't quite understand why this powerful young woman would be interested in attending school, since she had made the suggestion, he would definitely do everything he could to make it happen.

"I can't enroll you as a student, but you can be a temporary teacher."

(End of this chapter)