Yeats Howard felt like he was glowing with golden light under everyone's gaze, and for the first time, he thought his reputation was quite significant. He laughed heartily and said, "Maybe it's because of my little uncle's influence. Little sister-in-law, try on the ring to see if the size is right, Miss, please bring over a men's wedding ring."
"Sure, please wait a moment, you three."
Yeats Howard watched as the short-haired woman dashed away to get the men's wedding ring, and he hooked Marcus Quinn's shoulder, lowered his voice, and said, "Constantine Stewart has mines in Africa, collaborated with my little uncle, and he's the number one sly businessman in Imperial City. It's him who's being slaughtered! After buying the ring, we'll tailor clothes and other items here; everything here is coveted by the elite circles, yet there's no stock. Everything for your wedding can be prepared here, and if you don't have enough money, I'll cover for you first."
