James comforted Summer, saying, "It isn't particularly important. You don't necessarily have to attend."Although that was what he said, Summer knew he was only trying to ease her pressure. Lexi had already informed her how important the competition was.The purpose of the competition in the wine-tasting party was to enhance the reputation of the family and solidify its position within the community. It might sound somewhat trivial, but it was a competition that would bring honor.For wealthy families, money held little value. On the other hand, power and prestige were paramount. It was so important that some were even willing to die for their honor. James only lightly mentioned the matter, but it didn't mean that the matter was unimportant."James, I'll attend it," Summer said.James could see the strain in Summer's expression, but he didn't say anything. He probably understood her reasons for wanting to attend it. He approached her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He sai
"Summer, you'd better not make any mistakes at this wine-tasting party. I am also a participant, and the Quigley family will be represented by us both. If you fail to perform well, don't blame me for punishing you afterward," Caroline warned. The threat in Caroline's words was unmistakable. In reality, if it were just Summer participating, it would be manageable. However, the challenge lay in competing alongside Caroline. Summer could already envision Caroline's chilling gaze fixed upon her during the wine-tasting party. It was truly terrifying. In fact, Summer had only agreed to participate in the wine-tasting party to assist James in building his reputation. Now, faced with Caroline's threats, Summer had no alternative but to take part. And once committed, she had to strive for a commendable ranking. Summer harbored little confidence in her ability to compete in the wine-tasting party. Most attendees were likely from prestigious families deeply entrenched in wine culture
The outer area of the wine cellar was accessible to all family members. Essentially, anyone could enter. The wines stored there were mostly high-end. In contrast, the inner area was accessible only to James, Norman, and Caroline. Without authorization from these three, nobody else could enter. The wines stored in the inner area were even of higher quality compared to those in the outer area, consisting of extremely rare and aged wines. Presently, Summer and Flynn were situated in the outer area. The decor there exuded a classical ambiance, with dim and opulent lighting casting a golden hue over the spacious corridor. Wooden cabinets lined both sides, meticulously organizing various types of wine. Above the shelves was a sign to indicate the different types of wine, such as red, white, and yellow. Not only were the types of wine labeled, but they were also sorted based on vintage and manufacturing processes, thus ensuring meticulous organization. Exiting the spacious cor
"What's your relationship with Lexi?" Summer inquired. "She's my girlfriend. It just happens that she knew about me being entrusted by Madam Caroline to teach you about wine culture. Consequently, she personally instructed me to ensure your thorough understanding," Flynn replied. Summer was shocked. The handsome gentleman in front of her turned out to be Lexi's boyfriend. This revelation came as quite a surprise. Despite having known Lexi as her bodyguard for so long, Summer had never realized that Lexi had a boyfriend. Reflecting on it, Summer realized it wasn't entirely unexpected. After all, Lexi had never mentioned anything about her personal life. She only alluded to her family's financial struggles, which compelled her to work as a bodyguard out of necessity. As for her romantic life, Summer had never heard any mention of it. Now that Summer knew Flynn was Lexi's boyfriend, it became clear why he was so well-informed about her situation. "Oh, so you're one of us.
The high alcohol content delivered a slight kick, reminiscent of the sensation experienced when consuming spicy peppers. However, as Summer sipped the wine, she didn't find it overly intense. "This is indeed grape wine. Generally, fermented alcohol doesn't boast particularly high alcohol content due to the excess water present in the fermentation process. "If you desire pure, high-concentration alcohol, distillation is necessary. Many renowned wines, such as whiskey and brandy, utilize this method nowadays," Flynn elaborated. "I see..." Summer nodded, then proceeded to sample the second glass of wine. It was distilled, displaying a clear, white appearance and emitting a distinct alcoholic aroma. As soon as it touched her taste buds, Summer immediately discerned its high concentration. Consequently, she only ventured a small sip, apprehensive that excessive consumption might induce dizziness. Observing her, Flynn inquired, "Mrs. Quigley, can you identify what kind of win
Summer smirked and playfully pushed Lexi down onto the bed to sit beside her. Lexi felt a bit embarrassed under Summer's intense gaze. She understood the implication behind Summer's question. Flynn had only begun teaching Summer this afternoon, and now Summer was probing if Lexi had been keeping something from her. It was evident what Summer was alluding to. "Mrs. Quigley, you've figured it out, haven't you?" Lexi lowered her head, feeling somewhat bashful. It was quite rare for her to behave this way. Lexi's personality was somewhat like Summer's—outgoing, bold, and not easily prone to shyness. However, when it came to matters of the heart, she found herself occasionally blushing. With one arm around Lexi's shoulder, Summer chuckled, "Don't be shy. I already know everything I need to. But Lexi, you're quite mischievous for keeping it from me for so long." "Mrs. Quigley, I haven't concealed anything from you," Lexi protested. "Don't play innocent with me. You've been by m
Summer gently patted Lexi's shoulder, offering reassurance as she spoke, "Lexi, you should be content. "Flynn is actually quite a decent man. I find myself getting along with him far better than with James." "Is that so, Mrs. Quigley? Thank you for your kind words," Lexi responded, feeling a swell of happiness at Summer's praise. It wasn't often that someone commended her boyfriend in her presence, especially someone like Summer. Thus, Lexi felt a deep sense of honor. Upon hearing Lexi's gratitude, Summer realized that she ought to be the one expressing thanks. After all, it was at Lexi's request that Flynn had taken the time to teach her. Had it not been for Lexi's specific request, Flynn might not have invested as much effort into teaching her. "Lexi, I must express my gratitude to you. I'm aware that you requested Flynn's assistance on my behalf, so I genuinely want to thank you," Summer remarked. "Mrs. Quigley, please, it's nothing," replied Lexi, her cheeks flushing
Seated comfortably on the blue couch in the wine cellar, Howe lounged with one leg crossed over the other, leisurely sipping on some white wine. He swirled the glass with ease, exuding an air of calm and composure. When Summer spotted Howe, she felt like she'd seen a ghost. How on earth did he end up here of all places? On the other hand, Howe noticed Summer and approached her with boundless joy. "Summer, you're finally here! I've been waiting for you." "Waiting for me? Why are you here?" "I'm here to learn. Starting today, I'll be studying alongside you." Summer's expression twisted in dismay as her heart sank. She couldn't comprehend how she'd ended up in such a situation. She was acutely aware of Howe's ulterior motives. He held intentions to sabotage her relationship with James. His main goal had been to hinder James' rise to the head of the Quigley family. When Summer confronted Howe, she found herself unable to muster any semblance of a pleasant expression. Her