Chapter 894: Queen's Ball (Ⅱ)

Mr. Kaufman didn't notice the delicate scene. He took the fiancee's waist and came to the center of the stage to raise a glass to pay tribute to all the guests who attended the party.
Before the ball began, Mr. Kaufman announced in public that he was engaged to Josephine, and confirmed publicly that
There was news of the storm in the city.
The millionaire, in front of all the guests, including his notary lawyer, promised to give half of his assets to his beloved wife Joseph Antoinette de after marriage · Countess Poisson.
"Guests, our "Happy Palace" is only one thing worse than the real palace-a hostess, a queen!"
"Now, I will personally make up for this shortcoming and dedicate this gorgeous palace to my "Queen" Josephine!"
In the blessing and applause of the guests, Mr. Kaufman solemnly opened the jewelry box and put on his engagement ring for his fiancee.
"My dear, you can really flatter."
Mrs. Josephine kissed the engagement ring, opened the white peacock fold fan, and concealed her smile.
Joan's eyes were completely attracted by the couple's engagement ring and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
The pair of exquisite white gold rings exuded magic waves that made him feel very familiar.
If this is not an illusion, the ring in Mr. Kaufman’s own hand, and the ring he just put on for his fiancee, happened to be the
intimate ring
made by Joan himself.
Joan couldn't help but feel impulsive, and wanted to walk to Mr. Kaufman and ask him if he had purchased the pair of engagement rings from the Gulf Business.
What's more, how much did he spend to buy this pair of enchanted "secondary soul connection" rings.
The impulse returned to the impulse, but when the mentor really took him over to say hello to Mr. Kaufman, Joan was embarrassed to mention this.
As before, with a stiff smile on his face, he shook hands respectfully with Mr. Kaufman, and then backed away from his tutor without saying a word.
Joan was still a little worried. The tutor and Mr. Kaufman, "the enemy met with a special eye," would there be any conflicts, and now it seems that they are more worried about themselves.
Professor Moriarty and David Kaufman are old acquaintances, and the two mature men are comfortable with this kind of occasion, and they are very decent.
Even when they talked about Mrs. Josephine as a "sensitive person", there was no slight embarrassment in the conversation.
"Mr. Kaufman, your fiancee is very charming. I dare to say that any man is willing to give her half of the net worth, but not everyone has the luck like you and can knock her heart out."
"You are too polite, Mr. Professor, just call me David. I am a rough man without much ink in my stomach. Even if I earn more money, I feel ashamed in front of a scholar like you."
"Mr. Professor, in my humble opinion, people's desire for money, coupled with the worship of knowledge, together constitute an indispensable driving force for the continuous progress of human society."
"What a brilliant statement!" Professor Moriart applauded. "Mr. Kaufman, you also said that you are a rough man, it is really modest to overdo it!"
"After all, rough people occasionally have a bit of superficial opinion, Professor! Sorry, I made you laugh!"
Mr. Kaufman smiled, turned to get two glasses of wine, and handed Professor Moriarty a glass.
"Cheers, for our queen."
"Cheers, I wish you happiness after marriage."
Professor Moriarty drank the wine out of the glass, and then looked at Mr. Kaufman with a smile: "I don't know if I can have this honor. I invite your fiancee to dance."
"Of course I have no opinion, but you have to personally invite Josephine. I dare not give her an idea!"
Mr. Kaufman shrugged and shrugged his head, posing as a funny "fear of fear".
Joan looked funny and emotional in his eyes.
Putting aside Mr. Kaufman's status as a net worth, just as a man, a fiancé, when he faced his fiancee's ex-boyfriend, he showed grace and just the right sense of humor. Decent.
His charm is not inferior to Professor Moriarty, no wonder Mrs Josephine is willing to commit to him.
"Trovim, my old friend, thank you for coming to my ball."
Mrs. Josephine fiddled with the folding fan, and the expression on her face seemed to be rather ambiguous.
"But having said that, I still can't accept your invitation to dance. The first dance tonight must be reserved for my favorite man, my fiancé, I think you have no opinion?"
"Hey! My dear, you are not so good, so rude to our VIP..."
Mr. Kaufman, obviously happily dying, but still rubbing his hands, pretending to be embarrassed and guilty.
"Okay, my dear, I have the final say!"
Mrs. Josephine glanced at her fiancé angrily, with a sweet spoil of domineering.
Professor Moriarty suddenly found that he had become a "living prop" for the couple's love. Even if he was well contained, he could not conceal the embarrassment of his face. He barely entertained him and walked away.
Joan witnessed the tutor's disinterest, and withdrew it back, sympathetic and funny.
For the sake of preserving Prof. Professor's face, he picked up a plate of chocolate cake from the cold table and plugged his mouth so as not to laugh out loud on the spot.
Professor Moriarty returned to his students casually, also learning Joan's appearance, focusing on tasting meals and using food and fine wine to appease the injured heart.
The band played dance music, and a pair of handsome men and beautiful women slid into the dance floor and danced.
After the first dance, Mrs. Josephine took Mr. Kaufman out of the dance floor, whispered in his ear, then picked up a glass of wine and walked towards Joan on their own.
"Little Master, we meet again." Mrs. Josephine smiled and raised a toast to Joanne.
"Yeah, respectful lady, I really didn't expect... to meet again on this occasion."
Joan answered a little crampedly.
"What should I call you?"
"Just call me Joan, ma'am."
"Joan, can you do me a favor?"
Mrs. Josephine blinked, her smile fascinated.
"At your command."
"Quietly, ask me for it."
"What do you want me to ask?"
"Excuse me, is your tutor still angry with me? If he loses his breath, say there is a great beauty here, waiting to dance with him."
Mrs. Josephine's pretense mysterious tone, as well as the unashamed and calm look when calling herself "Big Beauty", made Joan feel a little funny.
However, he certainly could not refuse the banquet hostess's request, nodded, turned and walked to the tutor, and whispered Mrs. Josephine's words.
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