Ollie Mylor couldn't help but shiver.
How odd.
He paused for half a second, brow furrowing, then promptly ignored it as the line in front of the minimart grew longer with each passing moment. Many of the winners had been indecisive earlier, but now customers were piling in one after another, excitement buzzing in the air, especially after he had casually let it slip that vendors on Star Mall had already started selling foil pans.
As expected, it was a concern that people would have as they wanted to match everything for fear of making a mistake.
People wanted consistency, precision, and assurance. After all, Young Lord Luca had shown them exactly what container he was using, and after everything they had gone through, who would dare risk deviating now?
Naturally, Ollie solved this the same way he solved most things.
By offhandedly mentioning the Crown Prince's small venture.
Okay, maybe calling it small was a stretch.
