Harry Hunter adjusted his five-figure shirt, smoothing out the crease on his cuff, and picked up the gleaming table knife to admire his reflection.
Hmm, handso.
Isabella Weaver chuckled at his actions; she never knew he had such a vain side!
"Young Master, what are you doing?"
"Using the knife as a mirror, can’t you tell?"
"Why do you need a mirror? Your hair isn’t ssy."
"Can’t I just admire my handso face?"
Harry moved his face close to Isabella and asked indifferently, "Am I more handso, or is he?"
Although the question was quite bizarre, Isabella imdiately replied, "You’re more handso!"
"Hmm."
Satisfied, Harry put down the table knife and focused on his breakfast.
Isabella let out a sigh of relief, turning to look at him, and smiled softly; he was so easy to please!
But she wasn’t lying; in her heart, Harry was indeed the most handso.
After breakfast, Isabella dragged Harry around to visit various watches, a specialized watch museum, and then so small workshops to see people making watches.
Even the small workshops in Switzerland possess impressive watch-making capabilities, and they generally don’t open to the public, ensuring their core technologies aren’t leaked.
The few small workshops Isabella could visit were ones that Harry had arranged in advance.
Throughout the day, Isabella learned a lot and thought she should organize for the technical departnt to co here for specialized training after returning ho.
She was an amateur; she could handle so design work but was clueless about watch-making. She needed professionals to co and learn.
Although Harry was there to accompany Isabella, he also watched very attentively, learning much more than she did. On their way back, he acted as half her teacher, explaining so complex watch structures.
Isabella couldn’t help but sigh; so people simply have an unparalleled genius. Harry’s mory and comprehension were astonishing. Despite watching the sa watch-making process, he understood it more deeply than she did, even as the daughter of the Watch King.
"Honey, I wish I were as smart as you."
Harry chuckled and patted her head, "It’s better for you to be a little foolish."
"What’s good about being foolish? It’s better to be smart and make Moonlight Jewelry earn more money."
"What do you need to earn so much for? Our family already has plenty of money; you don’t need to earn a penny."
He married a sweet wife who loves making money rather than spending it, making his substantial earnings seem pointless.
Sitting in the car’s back seat, Harry held Isabella and asked softly, "Did you buy sothing for the old man?"
"I did, why?"
"How much did you spend?"
"Over a million, I guess."
She only spent a lot on that precious Pu’er tea; the other things didn’t cost much. The specially designed massage chair for seniors only cost over fifty thousand.
When she went to order the chair, the owner recognized her as the Young Madam of the Hunter Family and insisted on giving her a discount, his enthusiasm almost overwhelming.
While Isabella was thinking, her phone vibrated. She looked down to see a bank transaction notification, two million credited in.
Harry put down his phone and played with his young wife’s tender, slender fingers, "Can’t let your little treasure chest run low, here’s a little top-up."
Isabella stared at him in amazent; he never let her spend her own money. Every ti she used so, he would reimburse her, ten or twenty tis over.
Her little treasure chest never dwindled; instead, it kept growing, with numbers that astonished even her.
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