"Mr. Nicholas! Welcome!"
As Marvin entered the villa, he just happened to see the approaching jeweler, Mr. Smith, smiling his typical smile, with his eyes squinted away into the folds of his flesh, making it difficult to see his eyes. However, compared to yesterday, the smile seemed more genuine.
Smith gently embraced Marvin, intending to express his warm feelings—Windsor people did not like to use handshakes as a form of greeting; in their view, the handshake that Frederic People preferred was typically reserved for sealing some kind of agreement.
What Marvin had not expected was that a faint scent of... cinnamon, pepper, and rose oil wafted from Smith's person.
It was the same perfume Dino used.
For a moment, Marvin couldn't help but fall into deep thought, starting to question his own taste. Could it really be that his taste was at fault?
No...
