Chapter: 63
“Yeah, look!” James showed his father the glass of yellow liquid.
“Dustin brought this over for dinner. If we hadn’t noticed in time, God knows what would’ve happened to us if we drank it.”
John took a close whiff of the wine, then tossed the entire glass down in one go.
“Dad, what are you doing? Don’t drink that! You’ll kill yourself!” James yelled.
Yet John seemed to be reveling in the taste of the wine.
“A smooth, creamy body, followed by a heady finish, this isn’t fake. This is a priceless aged craft brew!” “What?!” Everyone gasped.
“You must be kidding, right, Dad? This can’t be aged wine!” James‘ eyes were wide as dinner plates.
“Look at how yellowish it looks, though. It must be fake!” Florence accused.
“You guys must not have seen brews like this before. Aged craft brews get this color, and it only darkens the longer it’s been aging. Every wine connoisseur knows this.”
The looks on everyone’s faces quickly changed. Their accusations had just been dampened significantly, not by just anyone but by John Nicholson himself, a well- known wine enthusiast. His judgment couldn’t be wrong.
“I was blessed to be able to try such a fine wine years ago with a government official, but this brew right here must be finer than the one I had that body and finish tell me it must’ve been aged for at least 50 years!” John smacked his lips, still enjoying the brew’s aftertaste. ?
“How much would it cost on the market?” James asked curiously.
“It’s priceless. You couldn’t find a willing seller even if you offered a city’s worth. But if we judge based on recent wine auction values, it should cost at least two million dollars,”
“Two million?!” Everyone gasped. They’ve never even heard of wine that costs this much! Chris‘ Grand Cru was nothing compared to that!
“N–no way!” Florence refused to believe it.
“Are you sure about this, John? How could Dustin be able to afford this?”
“Yeah! He can’t even afford a nice pair of pants, not to mention something this expensive!” James cried. His argument brought forth the table’s resounding agreement.
“He has a point. How could that vagrant have that much money?”
“Hmm… where did you get this brew, Dustin?” John asked gently.
“A friend gave it to me,” he answered truthfully.
“Gave it to you?” Florence scowled.
“How could someone like you have friends rich enough to buy a drink like that? Even if they did, why would they give it to you in the first place? I bet you stole it from them!‘
“Yeah, he must’ve stolen it!” James nodded vigorously, finding a new accusation to slap Dustin with. He refused to believe Dustin could afford this sort of quality wine, whether or not it was given to him by a friend.
“Why did you have to steal this of all things, Dustin? Do you know how many years you’ll have to spend in prison for theft?” Chris huffed, appearing to be considerate.
How could that pauper have gotten a hold of something not even he could.