As the lyrical classical piano music slowly ended, the people on the dance floor took a break.

Sabrina also seemed to have received an alarm. She quickly wiped the residue on her mouth, stood up hastily, lifted up her skirt and performed ladylike etiquette to Bonaparte: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bonaparte, it was a pleasure chatting with you.

But I have to go, if my father catches me stealing food, I will be punished."

She hurriedly dragged the tail of her skirt, like a graceful mermaid swimming back into the noble sea, leaving only a beautiful fragrance in the air.

...It may not be that beautiful, but it can be beautified through Bonaparte's filter.

Before Bonaparte put down his raised hand, he was a little distracted, and then an unusually harsh voice came from behind:

"Oh, listen to those silly words you just said, the sea, the cave, my silly boy, you really have no talent at all to coax women. You should be allowed to spend less time wallowing in books and more time to see the world.

"

Without looking back, Bonaparte also knew who had hooked his arm around his neck to tease him. He continued to cut the pan-fried steak calmly, even though the steak was already cut into thin pieces by him.

"Okay, Kane, I'm not here to pick up girls."

"What do you mean by picking up girls? She's the little daughter of the Vesta family. If you can be with her, you won't have to worry about food and clothing in this life."

The handsome young man with chestnut hair sat in Sabrina's seat just now, holding the cup in his hand and shaking it gently, with a frivolous smile on his lips, looking like a second-generation libertine.

It's a pity that he is also a down-and-out second generation, and he can barely get along with Bonaparte. He also pulled Bonaparte to this dinner to embolden him, but Kane is surprisingly comfortable in such an occasion, and there is no need for it at all.

Bonaparte encouraged him.

"You know her?" Bonaparte took a bite of steak and chewed it slowly.

He still couldn't help but glance at the girl's slender back, and saw Sabrina greeting everyone appropriately in the crowd, with a very skillful and elegant expression, which was very different from her appearance here.

And a middle-aged aristocratic man in a floral-collared tights and platinum curly hair stood next to her, smiling very stereotypically. The not-so-sincere smile lingered on his lips and fit the current atmosphere. Sabrina was beside him.

The little bird welcomes the guest in a friendly manner.

Sure enough, you're just here to be lazy, it's quite hard work.

"Nonsense, I told you I know everything. Besides, she is not unknown. If you stay with her, your military career after graduation will save you all the detours."

Kane squinted at the noise not far away, his slender eyes like a fox looking at a mouse's hole.

Bonaparte was slightly speechless. When will this Riddler be able to speak normally:

"What is your identity?"

"Everyone who understands understands. Even if you don't understand, you don't understand. Okay, okay, don't look at me like that. General Vesta is her grandfather, the leader of the Eastern Front, and he fought fiercely with the British warships at sea.

, if you want to be an admiral in the future."

Kane took out a silver coin from his pocket and fiddled with it between his fingers, "I suggest you strike up a conversation with a dance partner and expand your social network instead of sitting here eating fruit, otherwise it will be in vain.

"
Chapter completed!