The old man rubbed his chin doubtfully. "Are you sure this lineup is good? Tsk! This choice of yours looks so boring! They all almost look identical to me now!"
Vincent almost cackled when he heard it. But then he cleared his throat and said, "But you said I have to pick Young Master's type."
"So blond hair and brown eyes is his type??" Finn repeated, to which Vincent calmly answer with a nod.
"Mr. Howards, there's still one lacking—" Vincent tried to remind him, but the old man interrupted him again.
"Oh, that's fine. Madam has specifically chosen a special person for Young Master." Finn replied, then showed Vincent the picture. "Here. What do you think?"
Vincent couldn't help but flash a proud smile on his face. "An excellent choice, I must say. But please, if you can, make his hair a bit lighter, maybe… dirty blond. It will make him look outstanding among the other male Omegas I've picked."