Chen Fan nodded. Different matters required different methods of handling them. If it had been Chen Fan, he could have used Illusion Magic on each person to learn what they were thinking, but no one else possessed that ability. Moreover, everyone present was part of the United Kingdom's leadership, so Chen Fan could not overstep his authority. After all, the Queen of the United Kingdom was someone he respected, and he already had a rough candidate in mind.
Reconsidering
(Reconsidering)
"Looks like there's another meeting," Chen Fan said as he looked at the Eldest Princess.
The Eldest Princess adjusted her monocle and said, "You seem to be smarter than the files described."
Chen Fan smiled. "Files are all written by people. Don't trust them too much."
"No, I don't particularly trust files. The only person I trust is myself." The Eldest Princess narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Chen Fan.
Seeing Chen Fan chatting so warmly with the Eldest Princess, Laura Stuart pouted in dissatisfaction. But just as she was feeling unhappy, a large hand appeared on her buttocks. Her heart jolted, but Chen Fan was the only one who would dare touch her like that. She reached out and slapped away his mischievous hand. This bastard—teasing her even with so many people around—was simply rotten beyond saving.
Still, Chen Fan's mischief put her more at ease. The meeting soon ended. Some people recorded what had been said, then the gathering was dismissed so everyone could attend the ball. For these so-called nobles, balls were as essential as daily life itself. They could exchange information useful to themselves, expand their connections, and make their positions more secure—perhaps even rise higher. It was an open display of networking, even more direct than Chinese officials giving gifts.
Afterward, Chen Fan