The Princess said somewhat sulkily, "Looking at it that way, it's not too bad to have Sean Smith."
At her words, both the Prince and Madam Olivia's eyes lit up with joy.
If the Princess took a liking to Sean Smith, that would naturally be for the best.
The fear was that she wouldn't.
"Sean Smith is certainly very good," Madam Olivia hurriedly fanned the flames, "After all, he is a descendent of a noble family in Sez and now holds military power. Besides, it's not about not having a wife in name, he hasn't even had a girlfriend, his private life is as clean as the window glass in front of you. Isn't this much better than Hank Clegg?"
The Princess stared at the spotless window glass in front of her, zoning out for a long time. The image of Sean Smith's face, even colder than Hank Clegg's, appeared in her mind, but then she laughed.
Sean Smith was indeed not bad.
His facial features, charm, and stature were all exceptionally outstanding.
