CHAPTER 112

Grandpa York came to his side again and said, "Gabriel, for the first dance later, I hope that you can take the initiative to ask Miss Hilda to dance."

Gabriel's sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Grandfather, I'm not interested in dancing tonight."

"No, this is too disrespectful. I've already promised her. If you don't invite her, do you want her to lose face?" Grandpa York looked at him with a bit of vexation.

Gabriel was slightly tense, he had obviously heard the other meaning behind his grandfather's words. He had just not thought that his grandfather would quickly return to his work, be the candidate for his future wife.

"Alright." Gabriel promised.

Grandpa York's expression became better, he patted his shoulder.

Gabriel squinted his eyes, a trace of nervousness flashed past his eyes, his peripheral vision landing on the window on the left, he nodded towards his grandfather.

This hall belonged to the multifunctional hall, so they could freely switch to different types of ve