Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest! - Chapter 274 - 274: A day around the city with the princess

Noah pulled into the Crown Veridian’s private entrance, the Lamborghini’s engine echoing off the underground garage walls. She was staying at his own hotel—predictably perfect, yet somehow still surprising.

He still remembered their first meeting at the National Gallery. Diana had been touring with renowned artist Marcus Whitfield when Noah, had casually remarked that Whitfield’s interpretation of the Art was “very shallow and emotionally vacant.”

Whitfield had erupted, saying that a young person like him doesn’t understand the art. He used his own renowned name and experience.

Noah had accepted the challenge with the confidence that infuriated adults. A few minutes later, he’d deconstructed not just the painting but Whitfield’s entire artistic philosophy, leaving the man speechless and Diana utterly fascinated.

They’d exchanged numbers after that.

Now, some time later, Noah spotted her in the hotel’s private lounge. Despite the oversized sunglasses, baseball cap, and casual clothes designed to hide her identity, Princess Diana’s aura was unmistakable. The way she held herself, the grace in her movements—royalty couldn’t be disguised.

“Miss Diana,” Noah said quietly as he approached.

She looked up, and even behind the dark lenses, he could see her smile. “Noah. How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good, can’t complain.” He settled into the chair across from her. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been doing good.” She removed her sunglasses, revealing those famous blue eyes. “I was beginning to think you’d stood me up.”

“I was in a business meeting, and I made my way after finishing it.”

“Ah yes, your mysterious business ventures.” Her tone was teasing but curious. “Still being deliberately vague, I see.”

“Some things are better left mysterious.”

Diana laughed, the sound drawing discreet glances from the hotel staff. “So, don’t you want to show me around Birmingham? I’ve never properly explored the city.”

Noah nodded with a smile. “I know just the place to start.”

Five minutes later, they were in the Lamborghini, Diana running her fingers appreciatively over the leather interior.

“This is a nice car,” she observed.

“One of many.” Noah pulled out of the hotel and into the evening streets. “How come you didn’t bring any security guards with you?”

Diana turned toward him, that mischievous smile he remembered playing on her lips. “Why would I bring security with me… when I have Major Thompson himself, the captain of the secret forces, with me?”

Noah raised an eyebrow before laughing. “Alright, you’re right about that.”

“I’ve been keeping tabs on you, Noah Thompson. I hope you don’t mind, but you really make a girl wonder.

Youngest Major in military history. Multiple business ventures. Cambridge University prodigy. You’ve been busy.”

“So have you. Royalty must have their own busy schedule after all. I’ve heard you’ve been doing lots of charity, it’s a good thing. We should talk about cooperation sometime, maybe my company can form a partnership with your charity to help increase donations.”

“Someone has to.” Her expression grew serious for a moment. “The world needs changing, Noah. People like us… We have responsibilities.”

“People like us?”

“Those born with advantages others don’t have. Whether it’s royal blood or an impossibly brilliant mind.”

For a second, Noah turned to look at the young princess. He could tell that she wasn’t simply saying that to be praised; she genuinely felt that way, and Noah…he had never seen someone like that before.

Whenever people did charity, they mostly had their own agendas. Whether it was to launder money, steal money, or simply gain fame for being the ‘good person’. But the girl sitting next to him did it for the real cause.

Noah navigated through the city centre, pointing out landmarks as they passed. “There’s the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery.”

They drove in comfortable silence for a while, the city lights painting patterns across Diana’s face. Finally, Noah pulled into a small car park beside the canal.

“Where are we?” Diana asked, stepping out and looking around.

“The heart of Birmingham that tourists never see.” Noah offered his arm. “Trust me?”

“With my life, apparently.”

They walked along the canal towpath, past narrow boats and under Victorian bridges. The evening was perfect—warm but not hot, with a gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers from the waterside gardens.

“It’s beautiful,” Diana said, genuinely surprised. “I expected… well, industrial grimness.”

“Everyone does. But Birmingham has hidden gems if you know where to look.” Noah led her to a small waterside café with outdoor seating. “Best fish and chips in the city, according to locals.”

“You want to feed a princess fish and chips from a canal-side café?”

“I want to show Diana—not the princess, just Diana—what real Birmingham tastes like.”

She studied his face for a moment, then smiled. “Order for both of us. I trust your judgment.”

They settled at a picnic table overlooking the water. Noah returned with two small portions wrapped in paper, plus cups of tea.

“This is wonderfully ridiculous,” Diana said, unwrapping her food. “If the press could see me now…”

“Let them see,” Noah said. “You eating fish and chips by a canal? The public would love it. You being human instead of untouchable.”

Diana took a bite, and her eyes widened. “This is actually excellent.”

“Told you.”

“You did. Though I notice you haven’t touched yours.”

Noah smiled, picking up a chip. “I was enjoying watching your reaction.”

“Careful, Noah. That sounds dangerously close to sentiment.”

“Would that be so bad?”

Diana’s expression softened. “No. It wouldn’t.”

A narrow boat drifted past, its elderly captain waving. Diana waved back enthusiastically, making the man’s evening.

“Do you ever get tired of it?” Noah asked. “Being watched constantly. Every gesture analysed.”

“Every day.” Diana’s voice was quiet. “But then something like this happens. A moment of genuine connection. Real conversation. It makes the rest bearable.”

“Is that what this is? A moment of escape?”

“Is that what you want it to be?”

Noah considered. “I want it to be whatever makes you happy.”

“There you go being dangerous again.” Diana smiled. “Answer the question properly.”

“I answered already,” He smiled, shrugging.