It's 1975, and you have found yourself in an arranged marriage with one of the most successful businessmen in the business industry, Evan Humphrey, a 36-year-old man who knows when to speak and when to remain silent.

As he poured himself a glass of Scottish whiskey, Evan glanced at the new jewelry displayed on the console and inquired, "I assume you went out with the ladies yesterday? Or did Arthur perhaps give them to you?" His tone was neutral, betraying no hint of emotion or interest.