Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Doris held her chin and stared at Grace, her snow-white hair falling down to her full, white collar, and her eyes shining like a cunning fox on the snowy mountains.

"Magic drink, haven't you thought of a new name yet?"

She suggested curiously, "Well, if it's something you really want to make, or an excellent product, it should also have a nice name, right?"

"The goddess on the Eris continent took out the first drop of morning dew and called it Mithra. Would you like to refer to it?"

Yes, Doris is right, sometimes a special name is also the key to spread.

I have never considered whether I should come up with a simple and easy-to-understand name.

Grace lowered her eyes, and suddenly an idea came to her mind, "No, I already have an idea."

"I'm going to call it - Coke."

Coke! Just the name alone can sell well! You can make a lot of money!

"Cola?"

Doris repeated it, but she obviously didn't understand the word, so she looked at him curiously and asked,

"Why is it called this name? Is there any special meaning?"

“Because it’s simple and easy to remember.”

Grace didn't explain much, she just said it casually.

Doris blinked, then sat up straight and leaned slightly towards Grace, as if trying to get closer to her through this action.

The faint smell of alcohol mixed with the fragrance of roses wafted over again, bringing with it an uncomfortable feeling of violating social boundaries.

Grace moved cautiously to the side.

Doris's eyes swept back and forth over Grace, and she noticed it but didn't expose it, and said subtly,

"Come to think of it, how can you do business like this? I'll think about how I can help you when the time comes..."

It was neither contempt nor surprise, but a more complex emotion.

Grace could clearly feel a hint of pity in Doris's sparkling golden eyes.

Doris, she thinks for herself from the perspective of an older person who protects her cubs.

Grace didn't like any kind of pity from anyone. She pursed her lips and reminded him seriously with a stern face.

"I have nothing to worry about. You paid for it...so it's not about helping, it's about win-win."

Essentially, Doris was attracted by her pretty face, so considering her wealth, she didn't care about the risk of this investment.

So it can be considered a win-win situation.

Despite Grace's serious statement, Doris smiled with her eyes curved, covering her red lips as if she had seen some cute little animal.

"?"

What do you mean?

Grace narrowed her beautiful eyes warily and looked directly at Doris, but she had no way of understanding her thoughts.

Why is she laughing suddenly?

An inexplicable smile while chatting always makes people nervous.

Doris realized that she was too rude, so she restrained her expression, cleared her throat deliberately, and explained in a gentle and magnetic voice,

"I can generally understand your desire to make money, but I would like to remind you that if you want to do something similar to afternoon tea, the Bernt Chamber of Commerce behind Carta basically controls the majority of coffee."

"Bernt Chamber of Commerce?"

This was a term Grace had never heard of.

Doris raised her eyebrows maliciously. She deliberately tapped her cheek with her fingers to pretend to be lazy, and said in a rhythmic manner,

"If you want to ask me for advice, you should be more polite. You still have a stern face. Sigh... At least you should treat me to a meal next time, right?"

"Of course, I'll invite you to go to Godia's Dream next time."

Grace said this and brought out her commercial, signature smile again, with no teeth showing, the corners of her mouth raised, polite yet distant.

She is not someone who is inflexible.

But there is no sincerity in such a smile and eyes, and it looks boring.

Doris frowned and tutted in disgust, "Forget it...you are still cold and cute."

Grace: “…”

"Okay, I won't joke with you anymore."

Doris sat upright and began to tell the information she knew.

“Bernt’s Chamber of Commerce occupies about one-third of the country’s noble market and has five trade routes with the Holy Alliance. It is considered the leader of the Chamber of Commerce in the Empire.

The president of their chamber of commerce is the famous Lady Deborah."

"They have the most say in the market where your drink is located. Your drink... no, it's cola... is likely to be easily crushed by them."

Taking Grace's cat-like self-esteem into consideration, Doris paused and added softly,

“Of course I don’t mean in terms of quality, but other aspects are very challenging.”

Other aspects? Challenges?

The giant baby brother Karta? Just in time to settle old and new accounts at the same time.

"Ah……"

Grace smiled softly, and the girl's eyes became even brighter at this moment.

With its slightly pointed chin raised and its eyebrows raised in confidence, it looks like a precious cat with snow-white fur licking its palms in preparation for its prey.

"If I were afraid of even this little challenge, I wouldn't have gone to the party in disguise."

At all times, Doris has an intoxicated admiration for such people who are high-spirited, fearless, and hold the idea that the world is in my hands.

Because that's pretty sparkly isn't it?

Plus, Grace's past doesn't seem bright, and the little white flower that grows in the love of blood and tears...

This feeling becomes stronger and stronger.

I want to see why she will collapse, why she will lose her fighting spirit, why she will let go of her alienation...

In short, people who have stories have endless charm.

And now Grace's past was attracting her like a deep whirlpool.

Interesting.

Doris was a little distracted. She held the goblet and swirled the clear red wine. Her pupils were scattered on the girl's face. It took her a long time to realize what she should say.

"Miss Doris?" Grace called Doris' name tentatively.

Doris waved her hands to signal herself to come out of her trance. She reminded carefully, "That's true, but they are all despicable means."

"Despicable?" - How despicable could it be?

Grace didn't care, it was nothing more than some political and business collusion...

The industry that Grace previously controlled was not the financial industry, but the automobile industry, which is the traditional sunset steel industry that modern society relies on.

Although I did not study finance during college, I was influenced by Irene and became familiar with some economic principles such as game theory and market supply and demand.

In addition, there are modern product quality management experience and marketing experience similar to the 5S rule, such as 4P/S/C...

Grace has rich experience in actual business competition. Price wars, various marketing methods, and even word-of-mouth attacks...are all left over from her previous experiences.

As long as the situation is relatively fair, Grace is confident that she can defeat Berndt.

"The backer behind Bernt is the beautiful Princess Kelly, who is still the favorite of His Majesty... Do you understand what I mean?"

Doris winked at Grace and continued,

"Plus, Berndt's reputation among nobles and some merchants is much greater than that of others, so once a new store is opened, it is easy to be sought after... Some noble ladies will spontaneously talk about it at tea parties to promote it."

"Then, the Burns Chamber of Commerce will send people to your store to cause trouble. Smashing and destroying things is just a small problem. They will make it impossible for you to continue running your business, and then buy your store... These are the dirty tricks they use."

Doris took another sip of wine and watched Grace's expression with interest.

Grace was neither afraid nor indignant. She seemed to have expected all this. She lowered her eyes and said coldly,

"It fits my imagination of my brother and his monopoly."

To be honest, such a Grace is like a statue in a church, which cannot be desecrated.

Although she is lonely, she will not cry because of anything else... Why would she become fragile?

"Generally speaking, ordinary people can't beat them, and at most they can get back their capital."

Doris's fingertips kept stroking the cup of the goblet. Some perverted thoughts kept churning in her mind. She took a long, deep breath, suppressed the thought, and greedily licked her bright red lips.

"Why don't you try to overturn them? I'm looking forward to it."

"correct……"

Doris had a flash of inspiration and a wonderful idea came into her mind - how would Grace feel if her story was turned into an opera and then performed again in front of her?

So Doris casually mentioned,

"I recently got an idea for a new script. I'll show it to you next time."

Grace didn't have any big objection to this being a piece of cake. She nodded and agreed casually.

"A script? Sure, if it's Miss Doris's request, I will definitely help."

……

Standing at the witch-style wooden door, Doris saw Grace off while handing her a square, palm-sized card and explained intimately,

"You can withdraw money from the black card at any time at Rhine Bank. Here is 50,000. I'll give you the rest next time."

The black and gold card has a very modern color scheme, just like the so-called advertising slogan, which is luxurious and low-key.

But the only flaw was that there was a clear bright red lip mark on the card.

Grace was stunned when she took it, her slender arms hovering in the air, wanting to take it but not wanting to...

"Ok?"

Doris glanced at the lip print on the card with a smile, and asked in a long and somewhat mean voice,

"What's wrong, Miss Grace? Do you dislike me? I saw you were quite happy at that time."

It would be strange if you could be happy if you are so frivolous.

But who can resist money? When she thought of the 50,000 gold coins in it, Grace frowned, exhaled a suppressed breath from her nose, and suppressed the disgust.

"No, thank you for your help, Miss Doris."

The evening dress that exposed her bare back was taken off and replaced with her original clothes. Grace planned to put her in the lining of her winter clothes.

Doris's happiness was about to overflow from her raised eyebrows. Like an adult doting on a child, she took out a white handkerchief from her pocket and raised her slender arms.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore... wipe it with this."

Grace hesitated, but finally took the soft handkerchief.

There was still a hint of Miss Doris's unique rose scent on it, and there was gold thread embroidery around it, which made it look quite valuable.

"Then let it be a token of love~"

Doris spoke with a smile on her face and in a flowery tone, then gently pushed open the door.

The sounds outside the house that were blocked by magic, as well as the people and scenes that were isolated outside the door finally appeared before our eyes.

Grace once again saw neat rows of imperial knights. They had been waiting here for a long time. The scene was just like the first day when her sister found her.

But this time Victoria was not there.

The leading knight wearing a silver helmet performed a standard knight's salute and said respectfully in a low, hoarse voice,

"Your Highness Grace, Her Highness Victoria asked me to take you back. She has something important to tell you."

154. Kill Her

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