Chapter 295: The Writer's Pen

"Prince Charles, the King hasn't boarded the flight from Rome yet, he probably won't arrive in New York until tomorrow."

"Hmm, I know," the British Crown Prince nodded slightly, speaking gently into the handset, "Thank you, Lehman."

"I hope to take this opportunity to visit your father in the Upper East Side."

"After all, my father is old, and it's up to me to visit an old friend."

After hanging up the phone, he looked out at the New York night scene and rubbed his temples in distress.

"What's wrong, dear?" A woman's voice came from behind the crown prince, "He's just a writer, what could happen even if he writes that woman's autobiography?"

"Gossip journalists write our scandals every day, apart from drawing some public attention, it's not that big a deal, right?"

"Those scandals are exactly the juicy stories the public loves. Could he, as a renowned writer, really have a lower standard than the gossip journalists?"