Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

"Arrogant?" Rose asked puzzled. She could understand what he meant.

"Yes."

"Did he say anything to offend you?"

"Not really but I could easily tell that he is a smart guy."

"He is a genius but he uses really ruthless methods," Rose voiced her observation in a low thoughtful voice.

"Ruthless?" Eric asked with his brow furrowed.

"Nevermind. I will only advice you not to get on his bad side although I doubt if he will hurt you even if you do."

"He doesn't dare. He said my mother saved his life."

"Yes and from the party, I think he likes you. He tends to stick to those he likes.

"That's what he did to me while I was in the hospital. He was also a good companion," Rose commented sincerely.

She had a soft heart but due to her situation, she didn't have the luxury to like people but Carl was surprisingly very likable.

She was not sure if she trusted him fully but she was sure that she could give him a little piece of her trust.

There was a soft knock on the door and Carl opened the door and walked in. He smiled broadly when his eyes met Rose's beautiful hazel eyes.

"Your highness," he said with his smile broadening, he gave her a dramatic bow.

Rose's lips twitched slightly. She was not sure what to say him as she stared at him but she felt happy to see him.

"I bet I am good looking that I have made the princess's overwhelmed," Carl said with a proud smirk now on his face.

"Arrogant," Eric said under his breath with a displeased frown.

"I am sorry I kept you waiting. I tried to bring someone along. From what I heard, this is going to be an important discussion about making money."

"Who could that person be?"  Rose had to ask.

"A business strategist. He is someone I can trust. I left him out there. I was discussing with him just now."

"What makes you think you can trust him? The princess wants her connection to this business kept secret," Eric said sternly.

"I know that much, okay? That's why I left him out there." Carl placed a tablet on the table in front of Rose with a picture of a man on it.

"From what I heard, he is the best and you can leave the management to me. I can guarantee that this man will make our brand world-known in only a couple of years," Carl said seriously as he waited patiently watching Rose intently for any detail.

"What makes you think we want to wait for two years before becoming a world known brand. The princess had her designers known all over in a very short period of time."

"Shhh," Carl told Eric. Eric opened his mouth to say but Carl reached over and covered his lips with three of his fingers pressed against Eric's lips and a warning expression.

"I am fine with it," Rose said seriously.

Carl removed his fingers because showed her approval. He leaned back on the back rest of his chair. A smirk appeared on his lips when he saw Eric clean his lips angrily.

"How about we discuss this next time online through a conference call? It is not safe for me to come out so frequently.

"When the time comes for me to begin working, I will let everyone know that I work for your company. That way, I won't have to hide much."

"That is right but what about your ex-foster family?" Eric asked worriedly.

"I can not please everyone. I will provide the start-up capital. I have to seek the approval of a business man so I need the business proposal."

"Here," Carl and Eric chorused as the placed their proposal on the table.

"I don't believe in starting small," Carl said sincerely. "The larger the weapon , the more destruction it will cause.

"We are going to cause an explosion in the fashion. It is more than possible with money. We don't want a simple ripple in the ocean but a typhoon.

"We will spend a lot of money to begin but we will make a lot as time goes on. We will make a lot.

"We are trying to create a high end fashion business here, one that only celebrities and millionaires who have a lot of money to spend can wear.

"We are going to make a lot in this business," Carl narrated the plan he had explained professional in his plan.

"You are after the money. We are fashion designers and money is not the only thing we think of," Eric said in disdain. "I want our designers to make a name that will be remembered for centuries."

"Rose makes a lot of such designers. I don't think that is anything to be bothered about. They will not be forgotten or over looked," Carl said with a firm and serious tone.

"Which of what we just discussed do you think is okay?" Eric moved the decision making to Rose.

"I want a design that gets both world wide. I want a lot of northerners to wear it. I want people to buy my clothes from all over the world.

"I want to make a lot of money from this business. We have to recover the capital in less than two years," Rose replied sincerely.

She wanted to reach out to her people through fashion. This is where her war against the north begins.

Even if Valerie was well known in the south as a designer, as well as in the whole world, she was going to go way above that.

She going to make the world reference Star city for it's fashion although a lot brands has made it happen and Star city was the world's seat of fashion but it's strength reduced drastically statistically after her mother's scandal and all the bad things that followed.

She was cleaning her mother's mess. She is going to bring the world to Star city for a fashion week.

When all that happened because of her mother took place, a lot of people moved to A city since they believe Star city was not safe for them and their businesses.

Some of them returned after her mother's death but not all.

Star city was still powerful city known world wide but those people behind the scenes had hurt this city badly and she going to heal it.

She did not care if anyone saw what she was trying to do for them but she was willing to keep doing anything she could to help.

She wanted to see it for herself that the people some villians hurt using her mother as a scapegoat are doing fine.

"Is this man a northerner?" she asked.

"No. He is a native of this city. Both parents are from the south."

"Don't want any northerner handling anything important in this business. They are very destructive," Rose said firmly.

She tried speaking with the anger and disdain she felt hidden but she could not despite her effort.

"I also don't to see any northern model. Simply keep them out of my sight," she said sounding a little emotional.

Carl and Eric looked down thoughtfully. They had no true idea of what made her very repulsive of the northerner.

Rose knew she had to stop and get back of track when she felt her eyes get clouded with tears.

"I don't hate them all but I don't like them all either," she said with a tight smile.

"Rose," Carl was the only one who got the courage to speak.

Rose raised her head and met his gaze. "I am fine."

"I know you are," He replied her truthfully. "If anyone hurts you and you are scared of getting your hands dirty, tell me and I will take care of it all."

"What?" Rose asked in disbelief. "I know you have psychopathic tendencies but not as much as this." She shook her head finding his offer ridiculous.

Carl succeeded in distracting her and he felt fulfilled by doing that but he did could not help but feel a set of complicated emotions engulf him.

"I really meant what I said. Do you want my business card?" he asked as he pulled out a card and placed it beside the tablet.

She chuckled softly as she reached to pick the card but he immediately snatched it before she could.

She gave him a surprised and confused look as she reached for to take it from his hand but he took it far from her reach and put the card in his pocket.

"There is no need for that because after all you have my phone number. I will do a clean job for you."

"Psycho," Eric hissed shaking his head in obvious disdain.

"You too. I can give you my number now."

"I don't need it," Eric replied shaking his head. He felt Carl was simply joking like a youth who have watched too many action movies.

"How did you get your post in the Royal council?" Rose asked as she looked at her young cousin who had a lot evil tricks up his sleeves.