The entire decor of this five-star hotel leans towards European style, the restaurant on the second floor boasts an elegant environment where piano music constantly fills the air. The diners are all well-mannered, with no one making excessive noise. Under the reflection of the luxurious crystal chandeliers, there is a palpable aristocratic ambiance of high society.
Isabella Weaver feels that this atmosphere is not quite suited to her, but it fits Harry Hunter very well; he looks just like a noble.
As they passed a dining table, someone recognized Harry Hunter and immediately stood up to greet him, but paused noticeably when looking at Isabella, "And this is?"
Harry Hunter said lightly, "My wife."
"Wife... Wait, you're already married?"
Harry Hunter nodded indifferently, and the person immediately complimented, "Congratulations, congratulations! Your wife is so beautiful; certainly, you two make quite a pair!"
