Chapter 266

Chapter 266:
“Sure, the rest of the wines here have names that carry weight—La Romanée-Conti, for instance. Something more fitting for someone like Miss Watson, don’t you think?” The source of thɪs content is ⓝovelFind.net
“She said this one was the vineyard’s owner’s personal recipe. Maybe the owner’s someone big?”
“Could be. But who?”
While murmurs floated through the room, Millie simply stared at the brochure.
The name of the wine stared back at her.
A man from Fiesta brewed this wine four years ago and named it himself, and now Babette wanted Millie to know. Everything started to slowly fall into place.
Millie lifted her head to Babette.
Babette was already looking at her.
Across the room, Brandon stood with Vivian, mid-conversation. He sensed something and looked back toward Millie.
Babette spoke a few more words before inviting everyone to begin the tasting. “To keep a little mystery—and since this is a tasting event—I won’t reveal the names of the wines just yet. I’ll announce them later. And for anyone who tastes and names them correctly, I’ve prepared a small gift.” With a smile, she stepped down from the stage. The guests began to gather, sampling the wines Babette had carefully selected and brought back from Flesta.
It was, after all, her welcome-home celebration for Babette Watson. As a member of the Watson family, Babette was someone people felt obliged to flatter—even if the small prizes didn’t particularly interest them.
While the crowd mingled and raised toasts, Babette made her way directly to Millie, who was sitting quietly in a corner.
Millie stood up and walked over to a waiter to get a fresh glass of wine.
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“Millie,” came Babette’s voice just as she brought the glass to her nose, breathing in the aroma. Millie lifted her head calmly, still holding the wine. After a brief pause, she turned to face Babette.
“I almost thought you wouldn’t dare to come,” Babette said with a smile. In the soft lighting, the gemstones around her neck caught the light and sparkled, making her appear especially radiant.
Millie didn’t respond. She simply watched Babette, waiting.
“Can you guess which of the wines on that table is named ‘Miss’?” Babette asked.
“There’s no need for that,” Millie replied evenly. “All the wines here are your best selections.”
She paused, then smiled. “They’re all excellent.”
But Babette’s gaze sharpened, a silent warning in her eyes.
“No. You must,” she said, her tone suddenly firmer.
Millie raised her chin slightly and met Babette’s stare.
Then Babette stepped closer, crossing into her personal space. “James Bennett earned a master’s degree in finance at 24, then joined one of the top investment banks in Mirough. In just four years, he rose from analyst to managing director. At 28, he returned to Crobert with considerable capital and quickly made a name for himself as an independent investor.” Her voice was low, but deliberate.
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