At Sherwood Villa.
On the terrace, several pots of rare, expensive flowers sat on a stand.
The entire space was filled with their pleasant fragrance. Tristan Sherwood took a deep breath, his mood improving slightly.
The voice of his special assistant, Isaac Sutton, came through the phone with a hint of cautious inquiry. "Eldest Young Master, Miss Iris's order can be shipped on time. Ten excavators, bulldozers, and tractors each, along with five cultivators, seeders, fertilizer spreaders, and harvesters each...
"As per Miss Iris's request, the latest computer programming has been installed in every machine, and they have all been plated with protective bronze armor."
Tristan was speechless.
He almost thought there was something wrong with his ears.
Bronze armor had a melting point of up to 6,000 degrees. Why on earth would anyone plate an excavator with that?
