Her gaze locked onto his footwear, and her brows knitted together in deep suspicion. She looked up, staring dead into his eyes. "Whose shoes have you stolen now?"
Samuel glanced down at his feet, offering a completely unbothered, cheerful smile. "A friend's."
Heena stared at him in utter disbelief.
There was a well-known old saying in high society: *You can easily judge a person's wealth, status, and true character by their shoes.* And it was a universal truth. A wealthy noble who cared about their dignity and possessed endless coins would never wear the same pair of shoes repeatedly until they wore out. The moment a shoe showed even a microscopic scuff or a tiny tear, they would throw it away without a second thought.
That was exactly what Samuel used to do back home. No matter how poorly the old man treated them or how much he complained about expenses, Samuel always insisted on having countless pairs of flawless shoes. His footwear was never worn out.
