All Chapters of The President's Darling: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

Upon seeing the young man, York immediately recognized him as Simon Lawson, who held a prominent position as a member of the Lawson family.In fact, every attendee at this wine-tasting party carried significant weight. Despite holding a prestigious position, York approached the protesting guests cautiously. "Ladies and gentlemen, given the unanimous high scores from the four heirs, it's reasonable to assume there's something exceptional about Mrs. Quigley's cocktail. "If you're skeptical, why not send someone to sample it?" York suggested. Upon hearing this, Summer felt a surge of anxiety. If her cocktail didn't meet their taste, would it suggest the four heirs were covertly assisting her? Such an exposure would be disastrous. Summer cast a quick glance at James, silently wishing for his intervention. Nevertheless, he remained seated, appearing unaware of the situation. Similarly, Zach showed no emotion as he also remained motionless. Conversely, Bradly offered a few warm

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

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

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

"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.