In the Mercedes-Benz, Amias took out a Havana cigar he had kept carefully, cut off the tip, and handed it to Alexander.
“Young Master Reynolds, why don't you try this Havana cigar I've been saving? It wasn’t easy to get my hands on it, but I’m sure it’s nothing special compared to what you're used to.”
Alexander held the cigar between two fingers, and Amias quickly took out a pure gold lighter to light it for him.
Alexander, with the cigar in his mouth, said indifferently: “When you smoke a cigar, you should use cedar wood matches. Don’t use a flashy lighter like that again; it makes you look like a nouveau riche, and people will laugh at you.”
Amias was momentarily stunned before putting the gold lighter away.
“Hehe, I guess I really am a country bumpkin who knows nothing. I’ll make
