Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Surprised at someone's little thoughts, the corners of Grace's lips curled up slightly without her even noticing.

She carefully kept the rose preciously in the pocket of her dress, but deliberately exposed the plump bud to show her attitude.

When Grace raised her eyes again, Donald brought over a young man wearing a top hat and an open-collared black and white suit.

Stopping in front of the stairs, Donald began to introduce the two parties.

"Ms. Aisha, this is the person you are looking for, Mr. Edward, the director of Poke Ocean."

Donald had a classic businessman smile on his face, and he patted Edward on the shoulder, as if to hint at something.

"And this is Miss Aisha."

Only then did Grace see Mr. Edward's appearance clearly.

He is not very old, about thirty-five years old, with classic Rhine appearance, blond hair, blue eyes and a high nose bridge.

Perhaps it's because of long hours sailing at sea that his skin appears slightly darker.

His arms still looked strong even under the suit. Edward was not as particular about etiquette as traditional Rhine nobles. Everything was in line with Grace's imagination of a sailor.

Grace guessed that as the chairman of an ocean-going company, Edward might have been a captain for a period of time.

Grace greeted him simply, "Hello, Mr. Edward."

"Hello, Miss Aisha."

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Donald felt that it was enough, so he pointed at the group of middle-aged nobles in the distance and planned to leave wisely.

"Ms. Aisha, you two can chat for a while. I'll go talk to them for now."

"Go ahead, Boss Donald."

Grace waved her hand, and the lace straps on her evening gown fluttered like waves, looking subtly childish.

Edward's eyes were fixed on the swaying lace, as if he had locked onto his prey, and his leather heels tapped the ground with pleasure.

He didn't have the reserve of a noble, and he casually leaned his arm on the armrest and asked directly,

"Sailors often say that catches should not be shared with others. I heard that Miss Aisha has something that can make money? How could she bear to part with it?"

Although they were talking face to face, the standard social distance was 1.2 meters, and Grace felt that this was a disrespect that was not traditional for the nobility.

She stepped back slightly, making sure the distance was clear, and then answered politely,

"It's simple. I can't eat it."

"As you know, the expenses of being a magician are very huge. The usual magic crystals... including the operation of the magic circle require a lot of money. I don't have easy access to funds."

Grace temporarily classified Miss Elsa's character as a magician who consumes a huge amount of money in order to win the trust of the nobles.

Only such a strong and powerful background is enough to fool others.

"Will magicians be short of money? I feel like I'd only hear this kind of talk in a scam in the slums..."

However, Edward obviously did not believe Grace. He smiled with some contempt and ruthlessly exposed Grace's lies.

"Then, Miss Aisha, are you going to resell some ancient treasures?"

He even began to put pressure on Grace with an impudent attitude of scrutiny.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, tolerated Edward's insolence for the time being, kept a smile on her face, shook her head and explained,

"No, it's a magic drink."

"Magic drink?"

Grace nodded, and spoke slowly in her clear voice,

"Yes, it's the orange 'juice' in the tasting area. It's a special formula developed by the top alchemists at the Imperial Alchemy Institute. It has the effect of making people excited and increasing their magic power."

But this was undoubtedly a ridiculous joke in Edward's eyes.

"The spirit is high and the magic power is increasing? Shouldn't that be sold out quickly? Why are you looking for me to share? You women are always like this."

The smile on his face became even more unbridled, and his brows and eyes were full of mockery.

"Ms. Aisha, if you want to discuss business or cooperation, please show your sincerity."

That is the unique, ignorant arrogance of human beings.

In the process of cooperation between Party A and Party B, ignorance and discrimination are actually very common things. Grace, who has been in the business world for many years, knows this well.

She never cared about what others thought, and of course there was no need to tear her face off easily at this moment, like the friction in interpersonal communication.

"Magic drinks only have a long-term effect on boosting spirits, but that's not the point. The key to the problem is - magic."

When it comes to making money, Grace always has great patience.

"what……"

Before Grace could finish her words, Edward laughed as if to make a final judgment.

"From what Miss Aisha said, isn't it the same as coffee?"

"As a high-ranking magician, Elsa shouldn't know this, right? The coffee and tea plantations in Rhine stretch as far as the eye can see, and when sailing in the ocean, there are shiploads of goods. I don't think there's a need for useless things like magic drinks."

Grace knew that the current Rhine did not understand the added value of products like modern society.

The corporate system on the Rhine market has only been established for less than 20 or 30 years, and even the stock market is only in its infancy.

Edward, whose perspective is very different from that of modern people, cannot understand how much hype there is in magic drinks.

For a "mean vampire" who is unwilling to pay sailors' wages and takes ignorance as omniscience, he has no vision to become the one who gets rich.

Grace could even foresee that Mr. Edward would beat his chest, cry bitterly, and regret missing the opportunity today as if he wanted to poke his eyes out.

"Mr. Edward has no interest in investing, so forget it."

The thought of such a scene was a bit boring. Grace was not in a good mood. She waved her hand coldly and decided to give up.

"It's not that I don't have interest in investing, it just requires a small price."

But as if in an unexpected turn of events, a subtle smile suddenly appeared on Edward's dark face, which contained narrow and harsh meanings.

"Even though you are wearing a veil, Miss Aisha, you are still very beautiful. I have lived for more than 30 years and have rarely seen a woman as beautiful as you... I wonder if you are willing to give me some..."

Edward deliberately omitted some words that were inconvenient to say.

"I will give you the amount you want. After all, the stock price of Poker Ocean has been rising, so it is not difficult for me to get the number."

"Want a dance, Miss Elsa?"

Only at this moment did Edward make a gentleman's bow to invite him to dance, and he held out his hand covered with gold rings as an invitation.

Grace certainly knew what he was trying to do.

Disgusting and boring.

She tapped the armrest lightly with her index finger, her eyes lowered, thinking about how to kick Edward away gracefully and viciously.

A mature and feminine voice sounded beside my ears, "My beautiful lady, do you want to dance with me?"

It was as if he was deliberately trying to free himself.

Female...?

Grace looked up in surprise and saw the woman in the bright red dress inviting her to dance with the same gentlemanly attitude.

She possesses a rare beauty that is one in a million, and her impeccable facial features are as stunning as a goddess, making people unforgettable at first sight.

But what is certain is that I have never seen this woman.

To be honest, Edward's behavior was ugly and Grace's choice was obvious.

She smiled at Edward, whose expression was frozen, and spoke lightly and contemptuously.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Edward, but I won't dance with the nobles and the lowly people who have no manners. You can go to the pigsty and try dancing with the pigs."

"you……"

Mr. Edward looked a little embarrassed, as if he wanted to vent, but was afraid of someone.

His eyes fell on the gorgeous beauty, his face turned blue and red, the veins on his forehead bulged, he clenched his fists slightly, and finally fell silent under the woman's warning gaze.

Why would a woman come to dance with me? I don't understand.

The veil that seemed to be there and not there swayed gently, and Grace stepped out of the stairs and walked towards the woman.

Elegant dance music was playing in the hall, but for some reason the air seemed to be frozen as if in the Ice Age.

The whole audience held their breath, and all their surprised gazes were focused on him like the spotlights on the stage.

At this moment, Grace just felt like Cinderella dancing with the prince and enjoying undeserved treatment.

Grace frowned subconsciously, but wearing lace gloves, she was not so resistant to the contact of strangers for the time being.

Trying her best to avoid having her hands touched, Grace pretended to touch the white palm through the air.

In an instant, the palm of the hand was unexpectedly held intimately.

So proactive...?

The woman with long silver hair blinked her charming golden eyes. She gently pulled Grace to her side and said with a doting smile,

"First of all, allow me to introduce myself. Hello, beautiful lady. My name is Doris Otacolvi. What should I call you?"

Doris Otacolvi?

Why did she suddenly come to me and help me out?

Grace was a little confused about what the person in front of her was thinking, but the proactive Miss Doris was like the wind blowing freely across the mountains, and she took her arm and moved towards the dance floor in front of her.

Her toes tapped the ground briskly, as if deliberately following the rhythm of the waltz. Her silver hair spread out like snowflakes, carrying the warm and sweet scent of roses.

Grace's frail body was half-dragged through the crowd. She couldn't help but call out to Doris, "Wait a minute..."

"Shh!"

Doris was as free as a flying bird. She turned her head and put her slender index finger on her bright red lips. The smile on her face was unbridled but breathtakingly beautiful.

"If you have anything to say, go to the dance floor first. You don't want to be entangled by those annoying men, do you?"

Looking back, Grace glanced at the nobles who were surprised and talking about something, and her cherry lips suddenly pursed nervously.

Because - on the steps of the stairs, Afro was watching all this from afar with bated breath.

The girl who always had a holy and pure smile now had a serious face. Her beautiful eyebrows were unprecedentedly frozen in place, and her hands were nervously folded together, like a wooden sculpture frozen in place.

Because in the crowd, his royal brother Karta, who was as cold as a venomous snake, was staring at him, biting his index finger anxiously.

Behind him, an elderly magician with a full goatee was also looking at him curiously.

There could be a risk of exposure at any time.

Some people were in high spirits, but Grace's interest was extinguished.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to dance with you, Miss Doris."

The harsh voice was whispered in a low voice to save Doris's face. Grace's expression was as cold as ever, and her right hand tried to escape from Doris's palm.

However, someone grabbed her wrist forcefully.

"But, I refuse."

Doris's beautiful face still had a smile as bright as spring breeze, and she gave an unexpectedly tough answer.

"How can I refuse something I've already agreed to? After all, I'm here to save you, the beautiful lady. Everyone in the room is watching~"

The woman's voice was as ambiguous and seductive as a siren's, but her attitude was extremely aggressive and she did not give in at all.

"Miss Cat wouldn't be so cruel, right~?"

134. Jealousy, huh? I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it!

The atmosphere now is very awkward, as if an idol at a fan meeting suddenly walked off the stage and held the hands of an unrelated passerby.

"Cat...?"

Grace didn't understand why Doris called her that. She tried to tilt her head slightly to avoid looking at the magician with a goatee.

Under the influence of the illusion, Grace, who caters to the witch's aura, appears to be nearly 1.7 meters tall in the eyes of others, and her height is quite oppressive when she wears stiletto high heels.

But this is not the case for Doris. The real Grace is about 1.6 meters tall, which is not too tall.

Although the facial features of adolescents are immature, we can foresee stunning beauty in the future.