In the darkness of France, Monica Baldwin sat quietly under the lamp, flipping through a magazine. After Victor Chadwick had finished his official business, he suddenly approached her and said, "The Japanese designer who was originally intended to custom-make jewelry for you needs to return to his country immediately because his wife is about to give birth at the hospital. So, let's get the measurements tonight."
"Customized jewelry?" Monica put down the magazine, eyes filled with confusion, "You never mentioned this before."
"I'm your agent, these things are my arrangement." Victor lightly hooked his lips and sat down next to her. "I know you don't like wearing fine jewelry and diamonds, but since you are now married to me, there are some occasions where you can't avoid them. When you look at the other models, they seem to live in luxury brand stores. But you?"
