Chapter 894 Queen's Ball (Ⅱ)

Mr. Kaufman didn't notice this subtle scene. He took his fiancée's waist, came to the center of the stage, and toasted all the guests attending the party.

Before the ball began, Mr. Kaufman publicly announced that he was engaged to Josephine, and publicly confirmed that he had already married Josephine.

The news spread all over the city.

The millionaire, in front of all the guests, including his notary lawyer, made a promise that after marriage he would give half of his property to his beloved wife Josephine Antoinette de Countess of Poissons.

"Guests, our 'Happy Palace' differs from the real palace in only one thing - a mistress and a queen!"

"Now, I will make up for this shortcoming with my own hands, and dedicate this magnificent palace to my 'Queen' Josephine!"

Amid the blessings and applause from the guests, Mr. Kaufman solemnly opened the jewelry box and put on the engagement ring for his fiancée.

"My dear, you are really flattering."

Madame Josephine kissed the engagement ring, unfolded her white peacock feather fan, and smiled shyly.

Joan's eyes were completely attracted by the engagement rings on the hands of the couple, and he raised his brows in surprise.

The pair of exquisite platinum rings exuded a wave of magic power that he felt very familiar with.

If this is not an illusion, the ring on Mr. Kaufman's own hand, and the ring he just put on for his fiancée, happened to be the "confidant ring" made by Joan himself.

Joan couldn't help feeling impulsive, and wanted to go up to Mr. Kaufman and ask him if he bought the pair of engagement rings from Gulf Trading Company.

Also, how much did he spend on the pair of rings enchanted with the "Secondary Mind Link".

Impulsiveness is impulsive, but when the tutor really took him to say hello to Mr. Kaufman, Joan was embarrassed to mention it.

Still the same as before, with a stiff smile on his face, he shook hands with Mr. Kaufman respectfully, and then retreated behind his mentor, stiffly silent.

Joan was a little worried at first. The mentor and Mr. Kaufman, "the rivals are extremely jealous when they meet", whether there will be conflicts or something, but now it seems that I am worrying too much.

Professor Moriarty and David Kaufman are old acquaintances. The two mature men are well-versed in this kind of occasion, and their conversations are very decent.

Even when they talked about the "sensitive person" of Madame Josephine, there was no embarrassment in the conversation.

"Mr. Kaufman, your fiancée is very charming. I dare say that any man is willing to give half of his fortune to her, but not everyone is as lucky as you and can open her heart."

"You're too polite, Mr. Professor, just call me David. I'm a rough man who doesn't have much ink in my stomach. Even if I earn more money, I still feel ashamed in front of a learned man like you."

"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 an incisive statement!" Professor Moriarty applauded. "Mr. Kaufman, you still call yourself a vulgar person. You are too modest!"

"After all, rough people occasionally have such superficial opinions, Mr. Professor! I'm sorry to make you laugh!"

Mr. Kaufman laughed, turned around and fetched two glasses of wine, and handed Professor Moriarty one.

"Cheers, to our queen."

"Cheers, I wish you a happy marriage."

Professor Moriarty drank the wine in his glass, and then looked at the radiant Mr. Kaufman with a smile: "I wonder if I will have the honor to invite your fiancée to a dance."

"Of course I have no objection, but you have to invite Josephine yourself, I dare not make up her mind for her!"

Mr. Kaufman shrugged and put on a funny "inner-phobic" look.

Joan saw it, both funny and emotional.

Regardless of Mr. Kaufman's wealth and status, just as a man and a fiance, when he faced his fiancee's ex-boyfriend, his demeanor and just the right sense of humor were really impeccable and could not be more Appropriate.

His charm is not inferior to that of Professor Moriarty, no wonder Mrs. Josephine is willing to commit herself to him.

"Trophim, my old friend, thank you for coming to my ball."

Mrs. Josephine was fiddling with a folding fan, with a half-smile and an ambiguous expression on her face.

"But having said that, I still can't accept your invitation to dance. The first dance tonight must be reserved for the man I love the most, my fiancé. I don't think you have any objections?"

"Hey! My dear, this is not very kind of you, you are too rude to our distinguished guest..."

Mr. Kaufman, obviously very happy to die, still rubbed his hands, pretending to be embarrassed and guilty.

"Okay honey, I have the final say on this matter!"

Mrs. Josephine gave her fiancé an annoyed look, with a domineering and sweet pampering.

Professor Moriarty suddenly realized that he had become a "live tool" for the couple to show their affection. No matter how well-mannered he was, he couldn't hide the embarrassment on his face, and walked away after a few words of socialism.

Joan saw the tutor getting bored, and withdrew in despair, both sympathetic and funny.

In order to save the professor's face, he picked up a plate of chocolate cake from the cold table and gagged his mouth so as not to laugh out loud on the spot.

Professor Moriarty returned to his students as if nothing had happened, and followed Joan's example, focusing on tasting the meal, using food and wine to soothe his wounded heart.

The band played dance music, and couples of handsome men and beautiful women slid onto the dance floor hand in hand and danced lightly.

After the first dance, Mrs. Josephine left the dance floor with Mr. Kaufman on her arm, whispered something in his ear, then picked up a glass of wine, and walked towards Joan and the others alone.

"Little mage, we meet again." Mrs. Josephine smiled and toasted Joan.

"Yes, dear madam, I really didn't expect... to meet again on such an occasion."

Joan replied a little awkwardly.

"What should I call you?"

"Just call me Joan, ma'am."

"Joan, can you do me a favor?"

Madam Josephine blinked, her smile became extraordinarily charming.

"At your command."

"Quietly, go and inquire for me."

"What do you want me to ask?"

"Inquire, your mentor, is he still angry with me? If he calms down, tell me that there is a big beauty here, waiting to dance with him."

Mrs. Josephine's pretentiously mysterious tone and her unabashedly calm demeanor when she called herself a "big beauty" made Joanne feel a little funny.

But of course he couldn't refuse the request of the hostess of the banquet, nodded, turned around and walked to the tutor, and whispered Madam Josephine's words.

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