Amber's lips twitched. Looked like even if Fragrance Tower was wrested from the Duncan Family, they'd still have to spend a lot of time rectifying it. This was basically an unbeatable trash heap.
While Amber was checking, Yeats Howard finally showed up, leisurely late, pushing the door open with his hands full of stuff.
"Marcus, come give me a hand, my hands are about to break off," Yeats yelled.
Marcus Quinn stepped forward to take the things from his hands, raised a brow, and said, "You ever heard of leaving stuff in the car?"
"I wanted to show off my loot, okay?" Yeats chuckled, glanced at the waiter, and said, "We don't need service here. If we do, we'll call you."
After the waiter closed the door and left, Yeats finally sat down, excited, and said, "These are all from Mrs. Shaw for Amber—beauty and skincare Holy Items, food, drinks, daily-use stuff, everything. Anything Leah Squire sends is top-notch. Little sis-in-law, your face value is really something."
