James unexpectedly spoke up, catching the attention of everyone in the room, including Caroline. In the silent exchange between Caroline and James, Caroline detected confidence in James' gaze. She knew James wouldn't speak without certainty. If he suggested allowing Simon to taste the cocktail, then it seemed there was no "insider dealing" involvement in the competition. With a wave of her hand, Caroline feigned helplessness. "Mr. Lawson, since my son insists, I'd have to trouble you to clear the doubt," she said. Simon respectfully returned her gesture, assuring her it was no trouble. Stepping forward, he approached the judges' table to taste the cocktail. Despite his courteous demeanor, Simon harbored deep resentment within. He was convinced that the four major prestigious families had abused their power. Hence, if he found the cocktail to be anything less than exceptional, he vowed to reveal its mediocrity to everyone. Standing before the four heirs, Simon raised his
"How is that possible..." Summer's cherry lips parted slightly, displaying her disbelief. Seated across from her, James questioned, "Don't you believe in your own skills?" "Of course not. Did I really craft this cocktail?" Summer's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "James, tell me honestly. Did you deliberately switch out my cocktail?" Summer couldn't believe that she had crafted such a delightful cocktail. Additionally, its taste closely resembled what James had taught her in the lounge, further intensifying her suspicions. James maintained an air of mystery as he responded, "I assured you of fair judgment, so I wouldn't engage in such behavior." On the sidelines, Bradly nodded in agreement. "Exactly, James wouldn't resort to such tactics." Indeed, James was known for his integrity; he was a man true to his word. Consequently, Summer ceased her suspicions. Nonetheless, she couldn't shake the feeling that the world was full of surprises. She had never anticipated crafting
Norman observed Summer's peculiar behavior and chuckled, remarking, "That check is worth one million dollars." "What!" exclaimed Summer, her astonishment evident. The sum of one million dollars took her by surprise. Initially, she had deemed 10,000 dollars to be a generous amount, but a million dollars surpassed her expectations entirely. Their generosity truly overwhelmed her. Upon regaining her composure, Summer noticed the stares directed toward her at the awards ceremony. Everyone regarded her as if she were foolish, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment. She realized that her outburst of excitement had drawn attention to herself. Nevertheless, the significance of one million dollars was undeniable. With such a substantial sum, she could afford a desirable apartment even in second or third-tier cities. Considering the substantial amount of money she was receiving, Summer couldn't help but wonder about the prize amounts for the other winners. If the thir
"Why am I getting so worked up over this?" Summer pondered inwardly. Even though she was James' wife, why was she feeling so nervous? After all, their marriage was primarily a formality, so there was no reason to feel so nervous. Could it be that she harbored genuine feelings for James? Summer tried to suppress her emotions, reminding herself not to dwell on the matter and not to let it bother her. However, women were inherently curious beings; the less they knew, the more compelled they felt to uncover the truth. Eventually, Summer succumbed to her own curiosity and decided to inquire, "James, who is Monica, and why did she express a desire to marry you?" "I thought you'd never ask," James replied nonchalantly. "I… I wasn't particularly curious anyway. If you prefer not to disclose it, that's perfectly fine," Summer remarked. She didn't want James to think she was overly interested in it. Despite her attempt to downplay her interest, James proceeded to provide an exp
James' implication was evident—the bottle of wine Summer held wasn't only worth a million dollars but possibly several million dollars. This elevated its worth above that of gold! Summer held the bottle cautiously, fearing any accidental damage. James found Summer's current demeanor amusing. She resembled a treasure hunter protecting her find. With a playful tone, he teased, "Are you still intending to give me the wine?" "Certainly not!" Summer wasn't naïve. Being aware of the wine's immense value now, she had no intention of giving it to James. Holding the bottle close to her chest, she felt as if she were protecting her own child. She was worried that James might try to take it from her. "I take back what I said. I'm not giving you the wine. If you want it, you'll have to buy it from me," Summer declared with a mischievous grin. Although she wouldn't directly request money from James, involving herself in transactions was another matter. Summer had a fondness for
Summer looked up, her eyes filled with a longing for a taste. This wine wasn't ordinary. It wasn't the kind one would find on supermarket shelves for a couple hundred dollars a bottle. It was a bottle worth two million dollars! Summer came to the realization that she might never have the opportunity to drink something like this in her lifetime. Swallowing hard, she spoke softly, "I want to drink it too." "Hmm?" James looked at her with furrowed brows. It was as if he hadn't properly heard her, or perhaps was pretending not to. "I said I want to drink it," Summer repeated, her tone louder this time. If James failed to hear her once more, Summer felt tempted to throw a pillow at him. Luckily, James caught on. He handed her the glass and said, "Go ahead, give it a try. It's really good." Summer didn't hesitate. She picked up the glass and poured the crimson liquid into her mouth. In one gulp, she downed the entire glass. The wine indeed tasted exquisite, with its rich
"I'm not drunk," Summer insisted, taking a wobbly step forward. Struggling to rise from the bed, she gestured toward James, declaring, "I am not drunk. You look like a millennia-old iceberg..." "Summie," James interjected, stepping closer and reaching out to steady Summer. He feared she might stumble and fall. However, upon his touch, she forcefully pushed him away. "Don't touch me, you darn millennia-old iceberg! Didn't I tell you to get me some snacks? I want something to eat!" "Yeah, I'll get you some," James replied, not daring to provoke the drunken Summer. This was the first time he had seen her drunk, and he hadn't realized it could be this terrifying. As he was about to leave the room, he saw Summer lifting the wine bottle and pouring it into her mouth. The bottle, worth two million dollars, emptied into Summer's mouth like water, leaving less than three-fifths remaining. James wasn't concerned about the wine itself. Rather, he fretted for Summer's well-being.
"Millennia-old iceberg, what do you think you're doing?" Summer shouted. Then, she saw James raise his palm and deliver a swift chop to her neck. Yes, it was indeed a chop! James had actually used a chop to strike at Summer's neck. With a loud thud, her head spun, and her vision went black as she passed out completely.… The next morning, Summer woke up to the gentle sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow onto the floral bedsheet. She found herself surrounded by the rich scent of alcohol that filled the air. Rubbing her eyes, Summer regained consciousness and recalled yesterday's events. "Oh no, what did I do yesterday?" Memories flooded through Summer's mind as she remembered her behavior the day before. She recalled her outburst at James and how she had called him a "millennia-old iceberg" without any manners. She also remembered how she had clung to him, relentlessly pestering him for alcohol. It wasn't common for Summer to act in such a way. A