Howe's blunt and unsympathetic remark cut through the air. "Mom, I think you'll be disappointed. Summer doesn't seem confident. How could she possibly get a good ranking?"However, that was the truth. Even Summer doubted her ability to achieve a good ranking.Caroline sneered. "If she doesn't get a good ranking, I'll teach her a lesson."Summer shrank back, unnerved by her mother-in-law's harsh words. This interaction felt torturous, especially with Howe's cold stare from the staircase, his subtle smirk resembling that of a waiting predator.Despite not knowing the extent of Howe's intentions, Summer sensed danger. He might cause trouble for her at the wine-tasting party, adding to her apprehension about achieving a good ranking.Later that evening, Summer arrived at the wine-tasting party, stepping onto the red carpet toward the imposing wooden doors.As she approached, Summer took in the scene—yellow safety borders flanking the carpet, media reporters capturing every moment wit
Things seemed more complicated now. Summer had wanted to greet her idol earlier. But if she had to adhere to James' instructions, wouldn't she need to be cautious with every move to avoid embarrassing the Quigleys? James, ever observant, detected Summer's discontent with just a glance. "Were you planning to talk to Hendery just now?" Hendery Waters was someone Summer greatly admired. Despite being middle-aged, he remained handsome and boasted numerous achievements in film and music. She nodded in response. "Yes, I wanted to speak with Hendery. I've seen him on TV before. It's rare to have the chance to meet him in person.""Once the party ends, I'll arrange for you to meet him, so don't worry. You should focus on the competition. Mom is waiting for you in the hall.""Alright!" Summer eagerly agreed, filled with anticipation at the prospect of meeting her idol after the party.Reflecting on James' ability to arrange such a meeting, Summer realized his considerable influence.
That day marked a rare wine-tasting event in Rosseera City, drawing Susanne from her northern abode to attend. Summer found solace in Susanne's presence amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, knowing she couldn't rely on anyone but James in such gatherings.James, displaying tact, excused himself after their little reunion, allowing Susanne and Summer to converse freely. They linked arms and settled onto a Meuropean-style couch."It's been too long, Summer. How have things been at home?" Despite her desire for a better life, Summer admitted to ongoing struggles. "Nothing's changed since you left. My inability to conceive has only fueled my mother-in-law's resentment toward me. I was forced to attend this wine-tasting party.""I had a feeling you weren't here by choice," Susanne remarked somberly. "This event may seem trivial, but it holds significant implications."Summer was inclined to think that Susanne knew something that she didn't. While aware of the party's importance, s
The wine-tasting competition also had an additional rule—previous winners were ineligible to compete again. James had won the competition eight years ago, so he was ineligible to participate. Summer couldn't help but wonder what James had wished for after winning the competition. Susanne didn't know what James' wish was as well. "I don't think James has used his wish yet. The wishes are granted by respected seniors from the four major prestigious families. Once granted, the wish becomes public knowledge. But since James' wish hasn't been disclosed, it's likely he hasn't used it."Summer silently nodded in understanding. Considering James' stature and accomplishments, it made sense that he hadn't found a need to use his wish.Contemplating her own potential wish, Summer envisioned a life outside the Quigley family's constraints. Perhaps she could secure funding for the Charter family's ventures. However, she doubted her chances of winning.In the wine-tasting competition, there w
In the first level, participants had to identify expensive wines based on their categories. Meanwhile, the second level required tasting wines and identifying their names and vintage years. The final and most challenging level involved identifying the main ingredients in a cocktail, including base liquors, auxiliary ingredients, and food additives.Summer, having been briefed on the competition's three levels by Flynn, arrived at the first level after registering for the event and receiving her number.Inside the hall, three sections were delineated by yellow tape, with participants' identities verified by their name badges. Spectators not partaking in the competition were allowed to watch from the sidelines.The competition, lasting four hours, offered flexibility in sequence. Participants could tackle levels in any order, earning points upon completion. The more points a participant earned, the higher their ranking would be.In the first level, participants had to identify the
Based on Flynn's advice about the complexity of making Pinot Noir and its fermentation process with special ingredients to enhance flavor, Summer confidently selected it as the priciest option.With a mix of nerves and uncertainty, she handed the glass to the waiter, keeping her head down, unsure of the outcome.The waiter, maintaining a composed and expressionless demeanor, skillfully accepted the glass from Summer. He then calmly confirmed her choice, declaring, "Congratulations. This Pinot Noir is indeed the most expensive wine among these ten glasses. You have succeeded.""What?" Summer was taken aback by her success, ecstatic at her stroke of luck.After pausing for a while, she exclaimed, "That's great! I've succeeded!"However, her celebration drew curious glances from the elite attendees, who viewed her jubilation with skepticism.Susanne, noticing the commotion, approached and questioned Summer, "What are you doing?""Susanne, I've done it! Haha, I found the most expens
Bradly didn't enter the room. He simply pressed his ear against the door, trying to eavesdrop. But to his dismay, he couldn't make out any sounds from inside.It made sense though—the government-provided banquet hall had soundproof guest rooms to safeguard guests' privacy. So, despite Bradly's efforts, he couldn't catch any snippets of conversation.Frustrated by the soundproofing, Bradly pondered how he could listen in on the discussions inside.Just then, the door swung open abruptly, catching Bradly off guard and sending him tumbling to the ground. He looked up to see James sporting a composed expression."Hey, James... What a surprise seeing you here," Bradly greeted with a forced smile, knowing full well James was inside. Otherwise, he wouldn't have tried to eavesdrop.James remained unfazed, his demeanor suggesting he was aware of the eavesdropping attempt. "What are you up to?" he asked, his tone carrying a hint of intimidation.Bradly feigned innocence. "Me? Nothing at al
As Keith shifted the focus to James, a heavy silence enveloped the room. It was as if time had stopped moving. Bradly, sensing the secrecy between the two, yearned to be part of their intrigue. Yet, he understood the significance of the silence. Despite Keith's tentative approval, James held the ultimate veto power. If Bradly wanted in, he needed James' consent.Deep down, Bradly anticipated James' rejection. From the moment the door opened, he sensed James harbored a colossal secret, something precious and fiercely guarded.Bradly, being the most playful heir among the prestigious families, Bradly felt a pang of frustration at being excluded from the clandestine affair. He craved involvement in whatever fascinating scheme they were plotting.So, he mustered his courage and asked timidly, "Jamie, what were you and Keith discussing just now? It isn't right—""Bradly," James' voice cut through the air like ice. Though Bradly held a position of prestige among the elite families