Gavin Graves had gotten used to her sometimes being as sly as a fox, and other times as clueless as a fool.
"Yeah." Gavin nodded slightly with an indifferent expression, "Sometimes, to make the engraving look nicer, traditional characters are used, especially when the font appears somewhat thin."
Cherry was overjoyed, "Exactly, exactly, his name does look thin!"
Before Gavin could ask further, she stood up and left the table, happily running upstairs, her steps making a clear thumping sound.
A moment later she came thumping back down, now carrying a small white lady's shoulder bag, and while running out she yelled, "Oliver! Oliver! I'm going out! Get the car ready! Get the car ready!..."
After a while, a lanky young man entered the dining room, bowing his head respectfully in front of Gavin.
This man was Oliver Augustus, the family driver.
