After Griffith Squire sent Ian Coldwell and his wife away, he discussed some wedding details with the old butler. Although it was a fake marriage, it still had to be grand enough to intimidate those restless people in Brocade City.
Even though the man didn't take these people seriously, he had already started paving the way for Aurora Coldwell's future. If she never found true love, or if he didn't stay in Brocade City in the future, he would need to rely on the lingering influence to intimidate them.
"A wedding can be as simple or as complicated as you want it to be, Mr. Squire," the old butler said with a cheerful smile, his face beaming, as if he were marrying off his own daughter.
"Of course, it should be done well and grandly," Griffith Squire smirked, a mischievous smile on his face. "I don't know the customs here in Brocade City, Old Yang, I'll rely on you."
