Diana lowered her head, lifted her hair, looked out the window at the lawn in the manor yard, and said in a faint voice: "I am going to visit India next year. I don't really want to go. He will ask you to go then. I just want to say hello to you in advance so that you can prepare in advance."

“…”

Alan frowned. Going to other places would be fine, but going to India...

To be honest, he really didn't want to go.

That shabby place was dirty and messy, without even a clean water source, and the food was not good. Although he could bring his own ingredients and his own cook, Alan just didn't want to go.

No wonder Diana greeted him so long in advance.

If Diana had not said this today, if Allen had been told right before the trip, he would probably have hidden himself away and not gone if possible.

Now……

It’s actually hard to refuse.

…

Seeing Alan's troubled expression, Diana laughed heartlessly.

Pointing in a direction, he said, "You are the captain of the guards after all. India is not as scary as you think. I will introduce you to an Indian blind date when the time comes."

Looking at Diana who was making faces, Allen waved his hands and said, "Forget it, forget it. I'll go, but the Indian blind date won't have to..."

Although high-caste Indians are considered white, the image of Indians in Allen's mind has always been that of dirty and dark people. They look unappetizing, so how can they go on blind dates?

He really had no interest in the curry-flavored black hole.

But now that the plan has been set, and Alan doesn't know much about India, he can make preparations in advance to see if there is anything he can do to get benefits there.

It can't be a wasted trip.

…

"Recently, a reporter named Morton wants to help me write a biography. Can you give me some reference?"

After the visit to India was decided, Diana seemed to be in a much better mood and asked Allen to help her with another matter.

"Publish a biography? What biography?"

Allen doesn't know much about this kind of high-end stuff. He is not as shameless as Donald who writes a book for himself every few years to export some success stories.

"He often interviews me, asking this and that. He asks me everything. Sometimes he even asks me about my relationship. Recently, he wants to compile the interview materials and publish a special edition about my interviews."

Diana explained it to Allen again and gave him some basic knowledge. This reporter named Morton was also quite successful in the United States and had helped celebrities publish some biographies.

"Wait...you said this reporter is American?"

Alan suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Diana. He had a vague impression of the reporter's name and nationality, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"What's his full name?"

Diana looked at Alan who suddenly became a little serious and blurted out, "Andrew Morton."

"Hmm...wait for me to think about it."

Alan thought for a long time. He felt familiar with the name, but he just couldn't remember it. Huh?

He waved to the servant in the distance and said, "Go and see if Siphis is here. Ask him to come to see me quickly."

"OK."

…

Diana looked at Alan, who was frowning and calling people in a serious manner. She was not stupid and had a sharp feeling that this reporter was not as simple as he seemed.

Or is there something behind this?

"What's wrong?"

"Tell me again how he first contacted you and what questions he was most interested in when he asked you questions."

Listening to Alan's words, Diana frowned and recalled. It seemed that the other party didn't have any topics that he was particularly interested in?

Anyway, the other party asked everything, and asked everything in detail. She had been in a low mood for some time. It was hard to find a listener who could calm down and listen to her voice. She answered whatever the other party asked and had no defense against him.

The other party was not a tabloid reporter. He claimed to be a biographer and asking questions was like collecting information.

…

Diana was interrupted by the sound of brisk footsteps while she was thinking. She looked up and saw a very...

A very fashionable old man came into view. He ran to the side hall, panting. He glanced at Alan, and when he looked at himself, the man was startled and hurriedly saluted.

Diana covered her mouth and chuckled, then waved her hand to indicate that it was Allen who was looking for him and it was none of her business.

…

"Hello, Princess. It's my honor to meet you. Master, do you have anything to ask me?"

When Siphis saw this scene early in the morning, he was almost frightened to death by the sweat on his back.

"Um……"

Allen tapped the table with his right hand and said, "Have you heard of the American, Andrew Morton? I always feel that this name sounds very familiar, but I can't remember where I heard his name."

"Andrew Morton?"

Siphis was stunned by Alan's question. After a few seconds, he reacted suddenly and looked at Diana, looking like he didn't know how to start the conversation.

Seeing his expression, Allen said, "Go ahead and let the princess hear it too."

"Yes! This Andrew Morton, I met him before when I went to America. I also met him at that...that place. We have collaborated twice, but both times were when we were at the magazine company."

"!!!"

After being reminded by Siphis, Allen finally remembered that it was this Morton, a guy with a criminal record, who claimed to be a biographer and an industry expert.

In fact, he was a thief in the past.

What has the magazine company in Allen's family been doing in the past, uh... I can't say it was in the past, but what has it been doing all along?

"Sailor's Happy Hour"!

This is an adult magazine, and a special product for military supplies. Siphis had mentioned to Allen before that there was an American who was very good at writing erotic novels. Siphis had asked him to write several articles with illustrations, and the feedback was very good. The British Royal Navy liked it very much!

Later, this guy transformed himself into a writer and we never worked together again.

now……

Did this bastard deceive Diana again?

It’s not that Allen looks down on biographers, but this guy has such a background, how can he be a good person?

…

"What about this place or that place?"

Diana looked at Siphis after he finished speaking. Alan looked serious as if he had just remembered something and was lost in thought again. Diana couldn't help but ask directly.

"You go first."

Alan sent away the embarrassed Siphis, and after he left, he whispered to Diana about who this well-packaged Andrew Morton was.

"What?"

…

Diana was completely confused. Why was it happening again?

She doesn't hate Americans, but why does she keep encountering this kind of thing recently?

First, she was harassed by an old American businessman, and now she is being harassed by this American writer with a criminal record...

Diana's face turned serious as she recalled the private questions she had told him.

If she were a normal reporter, some of her questions would have come out of the blue just because she was excited about the conversation, but these things cannot be reported to the public as they would have a bad impact.

For example, she also swears in private, which is unimaginable to outsiders, but if a reporter reveals it, it would be big news!

And now, compared to that, swearing is nothing. She told the reporter a lot of her and Boss Cha's private affairs. If all of this were exposed without any distinction...

Then, one can imagine what fate awaited Diana.

This is the best way to intensify conflicts!

…

Seeing Diana's face turning red and blue, Allen had a hunch that she might have said something she shouldn't have to the Morton reporter.

It’s not that I don’t believe in his character, but I must not trust the character of such a person!

Sometimes, life needs a fig leaf. Without this fig leaf, putting the contradictions out in the open will not be good for anyone.

Once the conflict escalates further, divorce will be imminent.

Alan didn't want this to happen, and Diana, unless she was angry, once she calmed down, she probably wouldn't want to do this either.

If the royal family loses face, the entire great class will suffer, including all the nobles, not just the royal family.

…

The two looked at each other, and before Diana could speak, Allen spoke first: "Nothing has happened yet, but there are some things we can't ignore!"

"Yeah." They are all from noble families. Although Diana is a little love-sick, her IQ is still online when it comes to this kind of thing. Have you seen a pig run even if you haven't eaten pork?

"Is he with us now? Leave this matter to me, you don't have to worry about it."

Allen's duty is to be responsible for Mr. Cha and his family. Whether it is taking care of William and Harry, or helping Diana vent her anger some time ago, it is his turn to take action both publicly and privately.

Although what he did in the previous incident was not very glorious, he handled it secretly and did not let Boss Cha lose face. This shows how he did his job conscientiously, although no one came to praise him.

…

Now that this incident happened again, Alan subconsciously prepared to take over. Nothing has happened yet, he just needs to find the person first, get all the information back, and then warn the other party not to talk nonsense.

If he is so stubborn, I will kill him!

"He's the one who contacts me every time to make an appointment. I don't know exactly where he is, but I can tell you directly the next time he makes an appointment to meet me."

Diana now thinks back that this reporter was indeed suspicious. Because the other party was an American, she subconsciously ignored some problems. Now thinking about it carefully, when she wanted to find the other party, she couldn't think of where to find him for a while.

This is getting more and more scary the more I think about it.

"Okay, I'll send someone else to stay with you, and you can keep me informed."

"I see!"

Diana stood up. She had been planning to talk more with Alan today, but after what happened, she was not that sad anymore. Now she found something to do to divert her attention.

Seeing that Diana was about to leave, Alan accompanied her all the way to the outside of the hall.

He personally opened the car door for Diana. Before leaving, Allen stood by the door, looking at Diana in the back seat, and said with reluctance: "Aunt... William and Harry are still young. If you miss them, you can apply for more opportunities to visit them. Don't always trap yourself in something."

The atmosphere was a bit dull. Diana looked at Alan, rolled her eyes at him and said, "You little brat, you haven't even gotten married yet, what do you know?! Drive!"

"???"

Alan looked at Diana with a confused look on his face. She did not forget to make a funny move before leaving. He stared at her driving away and chuckled.

If this hadn't happened, she would probably be happy every day. After all, that's just her personality. She's very optimistic and cheerful.

…

The university started in January, but it's already February and the student has been absent from classes for a month. The admissions director doesn't dare to say a word and has to visit the student in person with a smile on his face.

It's a shame to talk about this kind of thing anywhere.

But in Wales, this is no longer a shame, but an honor.

Anyway, for Joel, the Director of Admissions at Cardiff University, it is an honor!

Joel had only seen the long-famous Hill family manor from afar before, and he never knew what it looked like inside.

This place...

A hundred years ago, outsiders who entered had never come out. Who would want to enter such a place?

But now these old stories are long gone, and no one mentions this kind of "modern history" anymore.

…

On the contrary, the reputation of the Hill family is still spread in Wales.

Yesterday, Joel received an invitation from the Earl of Carmarthen, inviting him to the Hill family's estate, where the Earl wanted to meet him.

Joel, who was too excited to get a good rest the whole night, took a day off today. He changed into his most expensive outfit, as well as the gentleman's hat and cane he had collected for many years. He was dressed like a remnant of imperialism, and his wife drove him all the way to the gate of the Hill family's manor.

Since he was the only one invited on the invitation letter, his wife could only wait outside the door.

After being checked by the gate guard, Joel followed the bodyguard who led the way and walked slowly on the road leading to the castle.

…

He sniffed the air filled with the fragrance of grass and looked at a few servants walking their horses in the distance.

In this situation, all the scenes were stimulating Joel.

This is different from the usual times when I bump into Alan by chance during school.

In that kind of situation, Alan was a student and didn't put on airs, but no one would pay much attention to him.

Now that we are here, things are different. This is a real traditional aristocratic home.

The servant took the horse for a walk, just look at the situation.

If an ordinary family wants to buy a horse, they can afford one of inferior quality, as it costs about the same as an ordinary family car. However, the cost of raising a horse is worlds apart from the cost of raising a car!

Now...

How many horses do they have?

Even if the gentleman does not ride it normally, his family will keep one for use at all times.

When I think about the fact that it is spring now, it is the traditional season for aristocrats to go hunting in the spring. At this time, aristocratic lords ride horses and dogs, and bring a large number of servants to the countryside to hunt. That feeling...

Following the bodyguard all the way to the lobby, Joel nodded and greeted everyone he met.

Even though he was the admissions officer of a famous university in the capital and his social connections were passable, Joel still felt it was better for him to be careful in such an aristocratic manor.

Who knows what the relationship is with that servant?

He might provoke an old servant who had served the Hill family for generations. If he offended someone, he couldn't afford to offend him.

…