Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Yes, Miss Doris is the only daughter of General Otacolvi, who commands 50,000 imperial cavalry. She also possesses the magical potential of a saint."

As a man from a different track, Donald also showed an envious and eager look, "The wealth she has is unimaginable."

Is there really such a perfect person 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 favor. She is incredibly beautiful and her life is smooth sailing."

Even middle-aged men, who are at the age when they are the most stubborn, couldn't help but sigh about their powerlessness towards fate.

Grace suddenly became curious. What kind of person is this Miss Doris?

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

First of all, possessing an extraordinary talent for magic but choosing to be a singer must mean she is extremely self-confident.

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

In the end, that little bit of profit was not enough to bind Miss Doris.

It is out of control, so the risks behind it are unimaginable.

……

In the wine area filled with highball glasses, Doris was lying on the soft brown leather sofa, with her head lazily supported by her white wrists under the starry window.

In her right hand was dangling a glass of reddish wine, and her eyes swept over every lady in a long dress who passed by her like a hunter.

No... this one is not either...

The reason for today's banquet was unknown, and Doris had no interest in finding out.

Surrounding him was a large group of noble men in court dress and imperial military uniforms. They pretended to chat, but everyone else's eyes were on him.

Doris couldn't help but look away.

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

Most of the time, the lower body is in control, and only when he regains his sanity occasionally does he barely act like a human being.

It makes me annoyed just thinking about it. If the chicken-feather man hadn’t been bothering me all the time, how could the kitten have been lost?

A low, dark pressure hovered over Doris's beautiful face - it said bluntly, "I'm in a bad mood, don't mess with me."

This way, it's like a natural barrier that blocks everyone from approaching.

My cat…Doris let out a helpless sigh.

Butler Marshall did not find out the cat's true identity. Although he finally tracked her down and found that she was living in the Gotilla Hotel, her final identity remained an unsolved mystery.

When Doris thought about the possibility that the beautiful cat might dance with someone else, she felt as sad as if her beloved toy had been taken away from her.

Time passed during the search and I didn't know how much time had passed.

The melodious sounds of violin and organ sounded first, and then the crisp sound of piano followed with a brisk rhythm. The resonance of the instruments marked the beginning of the dance.

Time to dance? Or go find some kitty cats?

The so-called little daughter of the Upton family was forgotten by Doris.

She finally took a sip of the wine that had been shaking for a long time. Her red lips were stained with the deep red wine, which made them more moist and charming.

Doris placed the wine glass on the table filled with high-heeled glasses, then gracefully lifted 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 who envied and admired her were following her, and how many noble gentlemen who loved her were following her.

What those people say about me is of no importance to me.

But...it would be very annoying if someone blocked your way forward.

A shy, handsome young nobleman was pushed out from the crowd.

He blushed, held up a beautiful red rose, and stammered,

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

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

Doris smiled and politely declined.

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today and don't feel like dancing."

The boy looked back repeatedly, and Doris followed his gaze and saw a group of noble boys staring at this side and whispering to each other.

boring.

The boy's face turned red, and he raised the rose high as if he had tried his best, begging,

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

Before the boy could continue speaking, Doris refused without hesitation.

"Thank you for your love."

She ignored the brilliant roses and the comments of the crowd, and walked above the mob like a princess high above.

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

She thought she could feel more relaxed after the clear rejection, but she didn't expect to run into Karta who was as flamboyant as a peacock spreading its feathers.

The man's large frame blocked the path between the two tables, "Miss Doris."

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

"What is it, Your Highness?"

Doris's beautiful face instantly turned as cold as frost and snow, and her eyes were as fierce and aggressive as a female leopard pressing its claws.

Doris finally got rid of Carta's entanglement, but now he came back again, making her even more annoyed.

"Would you like to dance?"

Karta bowed politely, stretched out his slender arms and opened his palms, as if inviting someone to dance.

"I recently got the manuscript of The Camellia by the great writer Cloris. Are you interested in chatting about it?"

"Your Highness, I'm not interested."

The muscles on Doris's face twitched, and she glanced irritably behind Carta, still searching for the whereabouts of the kitten without giving up hope.

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

"I suggest you talk to your fiancée, Miss Carol. I am not feeling well today and do not want to dance with anyone."

Can the original manuscript attract me? Ridiculous.

"How about we sit down and talk?"

Karta's face was almost unable to hold on. His arms remained stiff in place for a long time, finally raised to his mouth, and finally put down again.

It seems like I want to bite my nails...?

But Doris was too lazy to care about these things and left a sentence - "No, I have something to do and I'm leaving first. I'll contact you next time."

She quickly walked past the prince who was like a peacock spreading his tail, her eyes stopped at the red-carpeted stairs, and then her pupils suddenly widened.

The little cat that has been searching for a long time is now holding the stairs docilely!!!

The faintly visible black veil conceals the delicate face, but highlights the agility and clarity of the red eyes, which are as enchanting as stars under the moonlight.

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

With her underdeveloped height, she was barely able to stand on the steps to be level with the gentleman in front of her.

It's so cute.

Gulp, Doris heard the swallowing sound of her throat in the lively 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 would be admired by everyone.

But his arm encountered some resistance. "Wait a minute, Doris..."

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

With her back teeth clenched, Doris shook off Karta's hand with a clean and neat snap, without saying a word.

She lifted the hem of her dress and walked straight towards Grace like a ruthless wind, her eyes locked aggressively on the snow-white girl.

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

Very ungentlemanly, he put his hand on his chest, performed a gentleman's salute, and extended his hand in invitation.

Miss Cat tapped her index finger uncomfortably on the brown armrest.

The cute little kitty encountered the same trouble as himself.

But...how can someone else grab such a cute little kitty first? !

Doris' pupils suddenly shrank, and her high heels clicked as if they were about to create sparks as she strode to the side of the girl she was dreaming about.

Doris smiled, her red lips curled up into a perfect arc. She stretched out her slender arms like a seductive siren, her five white, bony fingers standing side by side in invitation.

The mature voice full of feminine tenderness gently bewitched the girl, "My beautiful lady, do you want to dance with me?"

133. Invitation to Dance

Grace made a lot of money for Donald Upton.

A shrewd businessman like Boss Donald certainly understands the importance of cooperation and connections, and he will certainly do his best to work for Grace.

The hundred servings of magic drinks that Grace placed in the trunk of the carriage were placed in the tasting area next to the wine area under the arrangement of Boss Donald.

Since it had not been named yet, Grace only told Boss Donald that it was a special juice.

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

Walking across the long corridor from the third floor, accompanied by the burning of incense and melodious music, Grace took Nora and Donald 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 make money with peace of mind for the time being.

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

Grace knew that Donald was trying to trick him, so she just said that it was the magic family who came to deceive Donald.

When we arrived at the banquet hall, the dance was about to begin.

Countless young talents are ready to try to invite the ladies they like to dance with them.

The colorful dance skirts were spinning and swaying gently in circles, and the high heels were stepping on the expensive velvet carpet. The beautiful and elegant waltz filled the entire reception room with an upper-class atmosphere.

What Grace needs to be wary of is the elderly magician who is talking to the emperor's brother.

Therefore, after entering the hall, she stopped on the stairs first, and her sharp eyes swept across countless unfamiliar faces like a hawk.

On the far left side of the ball, next to the beverage area consisting of six long tables covered with lace table mats, a group of aristocratic young men, who were scattered like a jungle, gathered in a group and were constantly being crowded inward.

Maybe Karta is in there?

"Ms. Elsa, what a coincidence! Mr. Edward is right in front. Please wait for a moment."

Boss Donald, who was walking in front, greeted Grace and then rushed forward enthusiastically.

As his leather shoes stepped over the red carpet, Donald's back merged into the conversation scene with a middle-aged man in front of him on the left, who was holding a wine glass and talking loudly.

He joined the small group abruptly, but also put his arm on the shoulder of a muscular man in a non-abrupt manner.

Then they use the signature gesture unique to men, beating their chests, to express the intimacy of the relationship.

Then, they smiled at each other and started chatting.

Grace felt that they would need some time, so she leaned her soft body against the armrest, hugged her arms and relaxed her body.

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

Suddenly, a breeze carrying the scent of gardenia blew across his face. Afro, as if deliberately trying to attract his attention, was about to climb up from the other side of the stairs.

She followed his orders obediently, didn't speak to him, and walked past with a blank expression.

Afro walked up the stairs slowly, and at the moment when her body was about to be brushed, suddenly, her clean face curved up and revealed a smile as bright as a flower.

It was only for a fleeting moment, and the moment he stepped onto the second step, he subsided.

Grace lowered her head and subtly discovered that a blooming rose as red as a flame had appeared in the palm of her hand.

Afro...really...too presumptuous.