For once, Oliver Grant didn't question Leo Grant. Instead, he turned to Ella Grant and explained, "In matters like this, the third brother has more experience than I do. Trust him."
Ella didn't object. Since they were already here, they might as well do something to report back to Dalton Grant.
She could also take this opportunity to gauge leo's attitude.
The three of them exited the Qianmao Building. Leo autiously looked around, and when he saw no one was paying attention, he quickly dashed across the street.
It was hard to imagine that Leo Grant, known as the nation's sweetheart, could act like this in private—like a goofy, awkward kid.
Ella held back her judgments. She knew that the more innocent someone appeared, the more complicated their thoughts might be. It was never wise to judge a book by its cover.
Leo led them through a maze of turns until they finally settled down in a modest café in the shopping mall across the street.
"What are we doing here?" Oliver asked, glancing around at the simple surroundings, starting to doubt Leo 's taste.
"Just hang tight. I'm making a call, and soon you'll see what I mean," Leo replied with a grin.
Leo Grant pretended to stroll around for a couple of laps, and soon enough, two women emergeder from a nondescript shop.
"Mr. Grant, welcome!"
Leo chuckled and said to Oliver, "Let's go."
Once the three of them stepped inside, they were surprised to find that the interior was a world apart from the shabby exterior. It exuded a sense of understated luxury.
The warm glow from the Baroque-style chandelier instantly lifted their spirits.
Ella Grant remarked, "This is a nice place."
"It's completely modeled after the upper-class style of France," Leo said, his eyes widening in surprise as he looked at Ella .
"How do you know that?"
Leo's reaction was understandable. When he first visited years ago, he felt like a country bumpkin and was even mocked for being so inexperienced. Who would have thought that Ella could identify the decor style right off the bat?
Turns out, she was the one with the experience. Ella had spent years on missions in France, attending various high-end parties. She made it a point to know what the wealthy women liked, down to the smallest detail. She had even taken the time to learn how to make fancy desserts and could easily recognize architectural styles—nothing was too trivial for her.