Chapter: 62
Florence cried, slamming the table with one hand.
“What if something happens to us after drinking it?!”
“I never expected him to be so evil! Is he trying to poison us all or what?”
A commotion broke out at the table in an instant.
Cheap wine was already embarrassing enough, but fake wine? That was a conspiracy waiting to happen!
Not even the old man knew how to calm the situation down now. He never drank much craft brews, but even he knew it was supposed to be a pale, nearly transparent color. Yet the wine Dustin had brought was not only yellow; it even seemed opaque.
It didn’t look like anything good.
“This is how fine–aged craft brews usually turn out to look like,” Dustin explained.
“Bullshit!” James cried.
“Do you think we’re idiots? No wine looks like this! It’s piss, that’s all it is!”
“Yeah! Why do you continue to lie through your teeth?” Florence huffed.
Chris shook his head with faux empathy.
“Oh, Dustin. You should’ve told me if you couldn’t bring anything to the table. I could’ve given you a bottle or two for show. Why would you want to drag us down like this?”
His words seemed kind, but in truth, he was leaping for joy internally. Dustin truly was no match for him. His victory over this family nearly felt effortless.
“I don’t care if you trust me or not. All I can say is this wine is genuine and as good as they come,” Dustin reaffirmed.
“Whoa, what a crowd!”
Suddenly, a man appeared in the doorway, still dressed in his business suit, holding several gifts.
“Dad? You’re back from your trip already?” James gasped.
It was John Nicholson, Dahlia’s father.
“Well, the deal was a success, so I came home carly.” John smiled. The wines on the table caught his attention.
“Oh, is that La Romanee? It’s a recent brew I think, but it must cost at least 100 thousand dollars a bottle, am I right?”
“Good on you, Dad! You’re right!” James beamed.
“Dear, Chris brought this over for dinner. Isn’t he sweet?” Florence spoke up, then she turned to glare at Dustin.
“Unlike some people who tried to poison all of us with fake wine!”
“Fake wine?” John exclaimed.