Will You Marry Me

When the whole city thought Heath was a bachelor noble, no one expected Heath to be proposing marriage!

The manager immediately introduced with enthusiasm, "Mr. President, if you're choosing an engagement ring, with your status, it's best to pick a large one to showcase your stature."

Heath glanced at the diamonds on the tray, finding none of them particularly distinctive—just big and vulgar. He frowned, and the manager, frightened by his expression, didn't dare to speak, unsure what he had said wrong.

Sitting beside him, Lysander saw Heath's dissatisfaction and, giving the manager a look, said, "Is your boss like ordinary people to you? Presenting him with these goods... I wouldn't glance at them either!"

The manager, in a difficult position, said, "Sir, these are the best diamonds we have in the store... If Mr. President isn't in a hurry, I could source others from elsewhere."

Heath tossed the diamond he was holding back onto the tray, asking, "Isn't there a pink diamond available?"