I Have a Granddaughter

Franz was adept at this kind of private exchange.

Kruger and the others, standing nearby, thought it was merely an exchange between friends. They had no idea it was the prelude to a gathering storm.

Even animals, when displaying their bright plumage, were either courting or threatening.

Or perhaps both. There were things Qin and Claire were not suited to do, but Franz could handle them without any issue.

Jos might have understood, but he could not possibly show any other emotion.

Connections at the top were important, but that did not mean they could bulldoze their way through everything.

If they could not get their mindset right, they would eventually take a hard fall.

Why did so many people with connections fail to get ahead? It was not because they wanted to lie flat, but simply because they overlooked the complexities of reality.

So Jos answered in a very low-key manner, "I'll follow your arrangements, Viscount."

The moment Franz heard that, he roughly understood what kind of person Jos was.

He visibly relaxed, casually picked up a box of cigars, and handed one to each of them.

"Then follow my arrangements. You probably won't be receiving any formal notice anytime soon, so you have plenty of time to look around."

Franz puffed out clouds of smoke, casually letting slip a piece of information.

Jos caught the hint at once. The other man was clearly deliberately revealing information to him; otherwise, someone like this would not leak even a word.

He cooperatively put on an interested expression and asked, "Viscount, has something happened at our embassy?"

They had arrived first and had not yet notified the embassy.

This was the Queen's distrust of the ambassador. After all, progress had been slow over the past few years, and nobles back home