Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 207: For My Use

Upon hearing Seraphina Redgrave’s response, Miles Harrington couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth.

As the president of the country, he dealt with a myriad of affairs daily and didn’t have much time to chat with the group of students.

Therefore, after a few more words and as Ronan Yates finished his last sentence, Miles Harrington left, citing pressing official matters.

Before leaving, this considerate president instructed his butler to show Seraphina and the group around The Presidential Palace.

Ronan Yates’s eyes almost sparkled; The Presidential Palace, huh? Not everyone had the privilege to enter, and he could even tour around inside—it would be so prestigious to mention!

However, Seraphina refused outright without even a second thought, and Ronan dared not object.

After leaving the drawing room, Miles Harrington turned to enter another study on the side, where several dignitaries in suits were seated.

In the center of the room was a television, playing surveillance footage depicting Seraphina and her group walking out.

"Hmph! What an audacious little girl! Acting so arrogantly in front of the President! She lacks the humility needed to achieve greatness!" someone expressed discontentedly.

"Exactly, it seems like she didn’t regard you at all and came here entirely acting on her whims. In my opinion, just wipe out this so-called Defiance Society to show them our strength!" To this person, The Defiance Society was simply lucky.

"I support that! Such a naive little girl with grandiose dreams of entering The Law Council!"

After years of development, the power dynamics within The Law Council were deeply intertwined; what qualifications did someone with no background have to join?

Even if she got in, she’d merely become a pawn under power.

Miles Harrington paced to his desk, sat down, crossed his fingers under his chin, and watched the girl on the screen intently.

The other members of The Defiance Society had never been to The Presidential Palace, so they were inevitably glancing around along the way.

Except for Seraphina Redgrave, who remained calm, confident, and unwavering, her gaze indifferent, as if the beautiful scenery held no allure for her.

In the end, Miles Harrington chuckled softly, "I think the girl is quite unique and talented."

His gaze deepened, like a beast eyeing its prey, "Instead of suppressing them forcefully, causing public suspicion, it’s better to recruit them, making them our finest weapon."

The people around him showed a look of sudden realization, no wonder the president had been so gentle with them; he was aiming to turn them into allies all along.

Yet, some cautious ones asked, "If the President has good intentions, but what if they don’t appreciate it? The girl leading them doesn’t seem tamable and even wants to join The Law Council. What use would she be?"

Miles Harrington’s face was full of confidence, "They merely dream of transcending classes."

"As long as they don’t plan to oppose us, why not give them a chance?"

Miles Harrington added, "But if they ever dare to challenge us, don’t blame me for being ruthless. I can elevate her to the pinnacle, and naturally drag her down to Hell."

He seemed to already envision these students serving him in the future, becoming excellent talents beneficial to Z Nation if they cooperated.

If she insisted on exacerbating class conflicts, it might pose some trouble. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But she seemed like a bright girl, surely she wouldn’t act so irrationally.

...

Seraphina and the members of The Defiance Society walked out of The Presidential Palace.

The members were delighted, politely refused the ride offered by the President, and insisted on walking back.

On the broad streets, with not many vehicles passing by, they lined up and proceeded in a grand manner.

"Wow! I never expected to enter The Presidential Palace one day and be treated so gently by the President!" Rory’s face was flushed with excitement.

"Yeah, and the President looks so young and considerate, worlds apart from those in the Elite Society!" another chimed in.

Hearing their youthful evaluations, Seraphina smiled slightly, "You must learn not to judge people by their appearances, especially someone at the peak like him. People’s hearts are deep, never assume everyone is kind."

"Yes!" Everyone had not the slightest doubt about Seraphina’s words.

Beatrice Fawcett walked shoulder to shoulder with Seraphina, "Seraphina, I heard the President and Ethan Sterling are good friends. Mr. Sterling is ruthless, so the President might not be a saint either."

"Speaking of which, who do you think is more handsome, Mr. Sterling or the President?" Claire Ford asked with a face full of adoration, successfully diverting the topic by miles.

These are the most powerful men in Z Nation, naturally making everyone eager to share their opinions.

After a round of discussion, Claire Ford asked, "How about you, Seraphina, what do you think?"

Although Seraphina was a girl, she wasn’t very interested in such topics, but couldn’t resist Claire Ford’s persistent questioning, she earnestly said, "In terms of looks alone, Ethan Sterling wins by a significant margin."

It was the truth; Ethan Sterling’s face was like a masterpiece of divine favor, even men couldn’t help but admire it.

Seraphina suddenly recalled the shock she felt when she first saw him on Veridian Isle.

"Hey, Seraphina, aren’t you exaggerating? The President isn’t that bad; I think he looks better off-camera than on TV." Claire Ford continued her adoration.

"Even in reality, Ethan Sterling’s looks outshine Miles Harrington," Seraphina said seriously.

"?!" Claire Ford was stunned, "Seraphina, have you seen Ethan Sterling in reality?"

Suddenly, all eyes focused on Seraphina, yet she maintained an indifferent demeanor, while Ronan Yates explained, "Weren’t Ethan Sterling present at Beatrice Fawcett’s competition last time? Did you forget?"

The group finally understood, and didn’t continue the topic.

They kept walking forward, and after a while, Ronan Yates suddenly pointed at a building ahead shouting excitedly, "Look! The city wall!"

Seraphina lifted her eyelids and saw the fragmented city wall standing not far ahead, its markings etched into it by time, weighing heavily on her heart.

"Let’s go take a look!" Ronan Yates pulled those beside him toward the approximately five or six meters high wall.

Urged by him, the group climbed onto the silent city wall.

A gentle breeze blew, unwilling leaves swirled futilely across the ground, the wall dotted with moss—a testament to its weathered history.

Standing at a height always broadens one’s mind.

Ronan Yates flipped and sat at the edge of the wall, "Come on, join me!"

Claire Ford hesitated, "One misstep and we could fall to our deaths!"

"What’s there to fear! Your brother Ron is here! No one will fall! The view is truly amazing!"

Ronan Yates’s hair fluttered, dancing with the wind, showcasing a young man’s exuberance.