Annabelle Linton chuckled at his excitement, then took a box from the cabinet and handed it to him. "Go on, open it."
Leona Grant eagerly took it and, like a child who had just received a gift, immediately opened it.
Inside the black velvet box, a watch lay peacefully.
It was a model reminiscent of a Rolex, with a black strap—a style that was youthful and understated, not flashy, yet possessed a deep, reserved quality.
At only twenty-five, Leona Grant could certainly afford watches dripping in gold and diamonds, but he disliked the gaudy, "nouveau riche" look that screamed "tycoon."
Even though he was, in fact, a tycoon.
But this one, he liked it the moment he saw it.
Although he had a flamboyant personality, he always chose understated luxury items, like watches.
He owned watches worth millions, even tens of millions, each one exorbitantly priced, but he'd never felt particularly attached to any of them.
But this was the first he had ever received from Annabelle Linton.
