"If there’s nothing else, I want to leave now." Ann Lei knew all too well about Fatty’s penchant for joining the fun. Such noble balls could only be seen in Imperial countries, and this guy always had an intense curiosity about rare things. He never considered whether the host of the ball welcomed him or not. He also never felt embarrassed or blushed. Moreover, this person could always take advantage of an opportunity; give him an inch, and he’d take a mile. She had already given him enough face just now; if she joined him at the ball too, wouldn’t that be too easy for him!
Fatty shook his head firmly, "No, no, you have to cooperate with my work." He wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity. Determined to cling on, their relationship with Ann Lei and Milan was already a mess. He couldn’t figure things out, so he chose not to think about them. That was his usual style. The main purpose of this trip wasn’t to complete any mission, but to send Ann Lei back. He didn’t want her out of his sight.
Without giving her a chance to argue, Fatty grabbed Ann Lei and walked towards Christina, who was greeting Reinhardt. Since he was borrowing the Mythical Army’s name, he had to become important to Reinhardt. The more people he offended openly, the more Reinhardt would protect him. From Russell’s data, this extremely smart Reinhardt was as stubborn as a mule. Once he made up his mind, no one could change it. He was exactly like Gazalin Emperor James.
Ann Lei glared at Fatty, knowing he was using public business for personal gain. Whatever she thought of, her face turned slightly red, but she didn’t oppose anymore. She just gently withdrew her hand.
Walking to the side of a blushing Christina, Fatty first looked at her strangely, which earned him a glare, then he greeted, "General Reinhardt, hello!"
Christina had already explained everything to him, seeing Fatty’s arrogant look, Reinhardt couldn’t help but smile, "Zhang Yuan, you’ve caused me trouble."
"Oh?" Fatty scratched his head foolishly and said aggrievedly, "General, what I said earlier was the truth. They didn’t believe me and even wronged me, wanting to arrest me!"
Bonnie, standing by Reinhardt’s side, gently snorted, "Christina, since you brought a civilian to the ball, you should’ve told him some rules. No matter what the nobles have done, it’s not his place to comment!"
Fatty laughed foolishly, "Who’s a noble? You mean those guys just now? Don’t be kidding, they’re not even as good as me. How could they be nobles! General Reinhardt and Miss Bonnie are the real nobles. They must be fake!"
Seeing this naive Fatty’s determined look, Reinhardt and Bonnie were both amused. This guy really didn’t understand social manners. He didn’t know that not all nobles were well-educated or well-mannered. Some were just relying on their family power to eat, drink, and have fun all day. Those people were no better than ordinary folks. Such people were not uncommon in the Gazalin Nobles Circle.
Reinhardt smiled slightly, "Enough about that. Since you’re here, take the opportunity to see more. These balls are very rare." He turned and walked ahead, glancing at Bonnie and grinning mischievously, "Make more contacts. You might have unexpected gains."
Watching Christina, her face flushed, walking beside him timidly, Reinhardt smiled, "Christine, may I have the honor of inviting you as my dance partner tonight?"
Christina couldn’t believe her ears. She looked up in surprise but saw Bonnie nearby. She opened her mouth hesitantly, "But... weren’t you with Bonnie...?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt
Reinhardt laughed and looked at Bonnie, "Don’t worry about Bonnie. There’s a line of people wanting to be her dance partner. She has no time for me."
Christina smiled with joy, "Really? Then I’m truly honored." The thought of becoming Reinhardt’s dance partner made her blush even redder, unable to contain her excitement.
Fatty stole a glance at the seemingly indifferent Bonnie, trying to find any giveaway, but the red-haired beauty’s nearly flawless face didn’t reveal any change. Fatty sighed inwardly, "Ah, different fates for different people. Reinhardt can openly flirt in front of his childhood sweetheart without a problem, but I’m a mess. Maybe... it’s better to do such things openly?"
Just as they were stepping onto the steps before the hall, an anxious voice came from behind.
"General, everyone, please wait a moment!"
The speaker was the Empire’s Minister of Propaganda, Carey’s father, Donald.
The Minister of Propaganda had clearly learned about what happened. The honor of the family was at stake, and he couldn’t bother about anything else now. If they entered the ballroom and Stephen announced the start of the ball, there would be no chance to clear Carey’s name. Such matters couldn’t be resolved at the ball. It wouldn’t just be Carey but himself and the entire family who would become the laughingstock of the Gazalin Nobles Circle.
Donald didn’t care about his image and almost ran to Reinhardt, "General... I’m afraid there might be some misunderstanding about what happened. You see..."