Chapter 1290

Monica stood in the middle of the crowd.

Surrounded by a group of elites of the British Empire's high society, it is like a moon of stars.

Monica herself is a member of the Vlad family, as the daughter of the Marquis of Vlad, she is stunningly beautiful, has a proud figure and skin, and was originally a pearl of high society.

And now Vlad Fort is on fire, exterminating almost everyone in the Vlad family.

Only Monica, the sole heir, remains.

The Vlad family is one of the oldest families in the UK, controlling at least tens of billions of euros in assets.

Monica will undoubtedly be the heir to these assets, from a noble lady to one of the richest people in the United Kingdom.

And by hereditary status, she is likely to inherit the title of Marquis Vlad.

Such a woman with unparalleled appearance, noble status, and huge assets is simply impeccable.

You must know that in the top circles, not all of them are beautiful.

Many old aristocrats either have status but lack money, and many rich people either have money but lack status, if they can marry a marquis like Monica, who is worth hundreds of millions, it is simply a step to the sky.

So those young people of high society flocked like flies that smelled meat.

Let Monica suddenly become one of the highlights of this top dinner.

Her Majesty hasn't come out yet.

It also made Monica in the limelight.

Many people take the initiative to invite Monica to dance on the dance floor, which is also the most commonly used means of communication in high society.

But Monica stood there.

Dressed in a black evening dress, she held her hands in front of her, exuding an icy aura, like a night lotus, ignoring the invitations of many nobles and celebrities.

If in the past.

Invited by many of the British Empire's top aristocratic celebrities.

Monica will definitely be tempted too.

After all, none of the people who can participate in this banquet are ordinary people, they are all dragons among people, at least the sons of earls, who are either worth more than 10 billion, or are political rookies.

However, since I saw Long Xiaoshan's god-like demeanor.

That hand is the invincible power to suppress the dark world.

Looking at these self-proclaimed noble and excellent young people in front of her, Monica suddenly felt very lackluster, even if you are worth hundreds of millions, or even the son of a public candidate, or a political elite, after all, it is just some mundane.

The existence of less than a hundred years will be ashes.

How can it be compared to God?

Monica simply walked into the corner so as not to be disturbed by more and more people.

"Prince George and Princess Angel are here. There was a sudden commotion in the crowd and they all got out of the way.

A man in a white gown, handsome as an ancient Greek sculpture, walked over and caused a scream from a noble lady, this is George, the eldest son of the third generation of the British royal family.

The golden curly hair, sky-blue eyes, and the perfect golden ratio figure are completely like coming out of a fairy tale, which makes the girls dizzy and their hearts beat violently.

Beside him, there was an angel-like girl, also wearing a long white dress.

He wears a silver laurel wreath on his head.

Her skin is as white as milk, she can be blown and broken, her facial features are delicate and picturesque, her eyes are actually with a hint of gold, and her whole person gives people a sense of holiness that cannot be blasphemed.

The two of them walked hand in hand.

Suddenly became the focus of the audience.

This pair of princes and princesses are also the pride of the British royal family, because of their excellent looks and temperament, they have almost become the spokespersons of the royal family, and they are almost present on major occasions in the UK.

Prince George waved gracefully around, while Angel was a little quiet and shy.

Two people walked through the flow of people.

For a while, a large number of nobles and celebrities rushed up and talked to the two.

Prince George's personable response.

This kind of occasion is already a piece of cake for him, after dealing with everyone with ease, in etiquette, after the conversation, people will retreat, after all, this kind of occasion, there is no one who will not pay attention to proportion.

However, the eyes of many aristocratic ladies still fell on Prince George with scorching heat, with affection.

To be able to win the favor of this prince is estimated to be the dream of almost all girls in the world, even if they don't have the opportunity to marry into the royal family, as long as they can be favored by the prince at the dinner party and invited to dance together, they can also make their worth skyrocket, and they will immediately make the headlines of The Times.

And now is the time for the prom to begin.

Everyone wants to see which lucky young lady the prince invites to his first ball.

Prince George, his gaze slid slightly, and suddenly froze in one direction, landing on a tall figure in black in the corner, like a lotus blooming alone in the corner.

The corners of the prince's mouth skimmed out a faint arc.

He walked towards that corner.

The people followed their eyes and soon saw the prince walk up to Monica, bend slightly, and stretch out his hand.

All the ladies and ladies present had disappointed and jealous looks on their faces.

Many of the aristocratic celebrities who were around Monica just now were also disappointed, who would have thought that such a powerful opponent would appear, and in the face of Prince George's sun-like light, they could only retreat.

The eyes of the audience are looking straight at this side.

To be able to get the prince's first dance invitation is definitely Cinderella-like luck.

Even if Monica inherits the tens of billions of assets of the Vlad family, if she can marry the oldest and most powerful royal family on the star, it will still be high.

Monica saw Prince George's outstretched hand.

I was a little surprised and hesitant for a while.

She didn't expect that she was standing in the corner and was actually chosen by Prince George.

No doubt.

The prince in front of him can be called one of the best on the planet regardless of his identity and status, and even his appearance is impeccable.

Changed to a week ago.

If she could get this invitation, she would probably be very happy.

Only now, in the face of the prince's invitation, her first thought was not surprise, but hesitation, and the god-like figure flashed in her mind.

Her slightly hesitant expression fell into Prince George's eyes, causing Prince George's eyes to shrink slightly.

The first time he saw him take the initiative to invite a girl to dance, the other party actually hesitated.

However, his face did not show any displeasure, he would not have any doubts about his charm, he felt that the other party must be too nervous, he smiled gently, like the sun shining, and his handsome face made people dare not look directly: "Miss Monica, can I have the honor to invite you to the first dance?"

Even as a cold blood clan, Monica's heart couldn't help but beat a little.

This prince is so dazzling.

The demeanor and temperament are impeccable.

She moved her lips, it was now at the British royal dinner, the prince was one of the hosts, and it would be extremely impolite to refuse the prince's invitation.

Monica's hand slowly lifted and was about to put it on the prince's hand, when she suddenly saw a black-haired young man pacing slowly with his hands behind his back.

(End of chapter)