Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 205: The Presidential Palace

Seraphina Redgrave didn’t understand why Ethan Sterling suddenly wouldn’t let her go; she was a bit nervous but didn’t show it: "You said you would let me go."

He lost the bet, so he should let her do what she wants. This bet is Seraphina Redgrave’s confidence.

Hearing this, Ethan Sterling chuckled: "Just say whatever. Go ahead, you’ve been in front of me all the time recently. I’m sick of it."

Why did he suddenly change his mind again?

"Then I’m going."

Seraphina Redgrave said, turned around, and walked out the door, stepping on the solid wood stairs as she exited.

Ethan Sterling stood at the door, watching the view outside, staring at Seraphina Redgrave’s departing figure, his expression gloomy.

Ethan Sterling followed Seraphina Redgrave’s footsteps out the door, hearing the sound of a car in the yard.

Ethan Sterling walked to the sofa and sat down, no longer paying attention to the outside sounds. He directly turned on the TV, picked up the game controller, and turned on the television.

Outside, the sound of the engine gradually faded away until nothing could be heard anymore.

"Damn."

Ethan Sterling gritted his teeth, tossing aside the controller, losing the desire to play games.

The Presidential Palace is located in the quietest part of Sovereign.

There is only one building around, making the Presidential Palace the safest position.

In front of the gate, members of The Defiance Society had already arrived, chatting excitedly in the blazing sun.

When Seraphina Redgrave arrived, Rory came over with an umbrella to shield Seraphina.

"Seraphina’s here?"

"Yeah."

Seraphina Redgrave nodded, her eyes subtly glancing at Ronan Yates.

Ronan Yates stood at the entrance of the Presidential Palace, not sparing a glance at Seraphina Redgrave, his face dark as the bottom of a pot.

It seemed his hand could move; Ethan Sterling hadn’t really hit hard.

"Can you stop being so sarcastic?"

Beatrice Fawcett looked at Ronan Yates with some disdain.

"Hmph."

Ronan Yates turned his head, his expression even more haughty.

Seraphina prefers duck over him, making him dissatisfied.

Seraphina Redgrave glanced at Ronan Yates and explained: "The person who came in on the day of the meeting is my boyfriend. He’s relatively quick to anger. You said those things to him; his unhappiness is quite normal. If we really talk about right and wrong, you’re wrong too."

Directly calling Ethan Sterling a duck and pointing fingers at him. Ethan Sterling is used to being lofty; how could he allow people to say such things to him?

"Boyfriend?"

Ronan Yates was dumbfounded, abruptly looking at Seraphina Redgrave.

Everyone looked quite surprised: "Seraphina really has a boyfriend?"

"Yes, he was injured a couple of days ago, so I’m accompanying him now. Once he’s better, I’ll return to school and The Defiance Society." Seraphina Redgrave spoke plainly, her attitude very serious.

Ronan Yates was completely stupefied.

Boyfriend?

He actually said such disrespectful words to her husband.

It’s over, her husband must be angry.

Ronan Yates was utterly bewildered, his expression turning pitiful: "Why didn’t you say earlier, Seraphina?"

"I wanted to say it earlier, but you all insisted on making wild guesses." Seraphina Redgrave glanced at Ronan Yates and spoke: "Now, set aside your personal feelings; we’re going to meet the President."

"Alright, Seraphina." Everyone immediately became serious.

Seraphina Redgrave led the members of The Defiance Society into the Presidential Palace.

The entrance to the Presidential Palace was heavily guarded, exuding a solemn aura.

"No wonder it’s the Presidential Palace; it’s so imposing even before entering the main gate."

"What if there’s something I can’t answer later?"

"My outfit doesn’t look too strange today, does it?"

Everyone whispered to one another.

A middle-aged man in a suit came out of the door and bowed, saying: "Everyone, please follow me."

Seraphina Redgrave and the others passed security, temporarily storing some items before they were allowed to enter the outermost gate.

The interior of the Presidential Palace was vast, with an artificial lake far away that seemed to have swans, and groups of security personnel coming and going.

Perhaps having seen the grand and imposing old residence of The Sterling Family, Seraphina Redgrave was not impressed here, while Ronan Yates, Beatrice Fawcett, and the others were shocked by the scene before them.

After walking a long distance, passing corridors, they saw a vast expanse.

After several doors, Seraphina Redgrave and the others stood inside the only large building within the residence.

The butler led them into the meeting room: "Please wait here, students. The President will come to meet you after he’s done with his work."

It’s only right that several students wait for the President.

Seraphina Redgrave politely nodded, sitting on the spotless sofa beside her.

A maid served tea and snacks.

The butler stood by, ready to be of service at any time.

Ronan Yates and the others followed Seraphina Redgrave to the sofa, actually feeling very uncertain inside.

This was their first time meeting such a high-profile figure.

Why does Seraphina seem unafraid at all, like the President is nothing incredible? Could it be that Seraphina has seen the President before?

Everyone sat on the sofa, exchanging glances, seeking information through their eyes.

Seraphina Redgrave remained seated, waiting patiently, and two hours quickly passed.

Seraphina Redgrave placed a strawberry candy in her mouth, her face devoid of any expression. She glanced at the butler and found him also watching them.

She suddenly realized that the waiting period was intentional.

The President was giving them a "starter," to observe their reactions.

Important figures are indeed thoughtful.

Seraphina Redgrave raised her eyebrows and smiled sarcastically.

Ronan Yates and the others were generally quick to show their emotions, but today, under Seraphina Redgrave’s leadership, everyone remained relatively calm.

Suddenly, the large door behind them was pushed open.

Everyone turned around and saw the door being slowly pushed open from outside, with a group of security personnel coming in, seeing the man who was two hours late.

The man looked very young, with a straight back, clothes tailored to fit perfectly, appearing very noble.

Miles Harrington, the CEO of Z Country, is Ethan Sterling’s friend.

Whether that’s true, nobody knows, but that’s what they say outside.

Seeing the President walk in, Seraphina Redgrave and the others all stood up, greeting: "Mr. President."

"No need for formalities, please have a seat."

Miles Harrington smiled warmly, lacking any air of the President.

He walked towards Seraphina Redgrave and the others, sitting on the armchair closest to Seraphina Redgrave.

Upon hearing these words, Seraphina Redgrave casually sat down. Seeing this, Ronan Yates also followed suit, returning to his seat.

"The reason for inviting you to the Presidential Palace today isn’t for anything else, just to see what kind of students have stirred up such a large public opinion in the country."

Miles Harrington smiled lightly, exuding noble charm, his eyes looking at Beatrice Fawcett.

"I remember you; it was your resilience in the last match against the Elite Society that beat Caleb Crawford for the championship. Your name is... Beatrice..."

"Beatrice Fawcett."

Beatrice Fawcett nodded politely to Miles Harrington.