The Upper-Class Banquet, the Conspiracy

However… that was society. If one was not careful, they could without a trace. 

It was a cruel society.

Jeanne followed Edward to Chester Sanders, the most popular heir of the Sanders. He was 35 years old and exuded a righteous aura.

"Mr. Sanders." Edward stepped forward.

Chester looked at Edward, neither enthusiastic nor rejecting him. "Fourth Master Swan."

"Just call me Edward."

After all, the title 'Fourth Master' was just a form of flattery. 

"You're the elder, so I should call you Fourth Master." Chester was very humble. In front of Edward, he did not put on any airs.

Edward was naturally very polite.

The two of them conversed.

"Is this your wife, Jeanne?" Chester's gaze landed on Jeanne.

"Hello, Mr. Sanders." Jeanne extended her hand.

Chester also extended his hand, and the two of them shook hands out of courtesy.