He then looked toward the stage, then back at her with a hint of disdain. "You haven't taken a liking to *that*, have you?"
Annabelle Linton saw his disdainful expression and burst out laughing. "But I have. Are you going to buy it for me?"
Leona Grant nodded knowingly, as if it were a matter of course. He frowned, looking at her with a serious, almost angry expression. "Of course I'll buy it. How could I not buy something my wife has her eye on?! But... will you be good?"
"Yes!" Annabelle Linton said bluntly. "I'll listen to everything you say from now on!"
"Great. In that case, we're not buying it!"
Annabelle Linton: "..."
'This man...'
"Be serious, will you? Are you going to buy it?"
Leona Grant looked at her and frowned, chiding her, "What kind of taste is that? That worthless vase costs over twenty million. What a waste of money. We're not buying it!"
'Since when has Young Master Grant ever been short on cash?'
