On the way home, Zoe Bell played with the string of beads in her hand, "These Huanghuali beads are made of old sea-yellow materials, with all these burl patterns. They must be pretty valuable. Why did he give them to me?"
"You kept looking at it, so he probably thought you liked it," William Hale said straightforwardly.
"Did I?"
He nodded. Sitting next to Martin Yates gave him a clear view of his wife's every move.
"When did you start liking bead strings?"
Zoe Bell pursed her lips. "I'm not interested in bead strings. I was just thinking that grinding this Huanghuali into powder for incense would probably smell quite nice."
"..."
Zac Cruz drove the car with a bewildered expression.
This sort of top-grade Huanghuali is hard to come by. You actually want to grind it into powder?
If Mr. Yates knew, he would probably be so dejected to death.
