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
Flynn remained composed, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, he walked around the table and selected a glass of red wine from within. "This champagne wine bore a subtle fragrance, with typical ingredients such as roses and vanilla. It had been aged for over a century, making it the most expensive wine among them all, valued at around 500,000 dollars." The revelation made it evident that both Summer and Howe had guessed incorrectly. Nevertheless, Flynn remarked, "Mr. Howe's guess was the closest. You opted for a rare wine aged for 30 years, priced at around 10,000 dollars." He then addressed Summer with a hint of disappointment. "As for Mrs. Quigley, you selected a white wine priced at 1,000 dollars. "It possesses a slightly spicy texture and a refreshing taste, but it falls short of being the most expensive among these ten wines." In reality, Summer realized she had made the wrong choice. As she progressed through the various wines, she discovered that the tas
After grasping Flynn's wine theory, Summer became much more accurate in assessing the price of wine. Now, with just a sip, she could roughly estimate the wine's value. The wine class continued for seven days before coming to a close. Throughout these seven days, Summer indeed acquired a wealth of knowledge. The only drawback was having to study alongside Howe. Howe always managed to find ways to bother Summer, but fortunately, he didn't cause any major trouble during the classes. On the seventh day, as the classes concluded, Summer felt a sense of relief as she departed from the wine cellar. However, Howe, who had also been attending the classes, quickly caught up with her. "Summer, why are you walking so fast? Wait up for me!" Howe's voice called out, prompting Summer to quicken her pace even more. She attempted to evade Howe, but it appeared he was shameless enough to persistently follow her. "Do you really dislike me that much, Summer? Come on, we've been classmates