A Different Style
Upon returning, Jean took a shower and received a call from an overseas client. Exiting onto the
balcony, he talked to the other party in a low tone.
Midway through their exchange, he noticed the solitary figure of the woman across from him, indulging
in her
drink.
Initially, Neera had not noticed him, consumed by her thoughts as she sipped on her drink.
Once her glass was empty, she moved to refill it, intending to continue, when her gaze locked with the
familiar figure in the distance. Instantly, her movements stilled, as if caught red–handed in some guilty
act.
Over yonder, Jean raised an eyebrow, concluding his call in a few brief sentences.
With a few deft taps of his fingers, he called Neera.
Drawing her thoughts back to the present, Neera glanced at her phone’s caller ID, could not help but
chuckle, and answered the call.
The man’s resonant voice resonated promptly, “Why are you drinking all of a sudden?”
Neera quirked an eyebrow in response, remarking, “Drinking helps you sleep better.”
Jean replied, “In that case, come over. I’ll treat you to a drink.”
Neera asked nonchalantly, “Do you have any good wine? If not, I’ll pass.”
Jean’s lips curled upwards, his voice reminiscent of a cello’s deep melody, both sweet and seductive, “I
have a vast selection. You can choose.”
As the head of the Beauvort family, he indulged in only the finest food and drink, so subpar wine was
out of the question.
Considering her inability to fall asleep regardless, Neera concluded she had nothing to lose. With a
simple response, she said, “Wait for me.”
Wrapping herself in a coat, she made her way to the neighboring residence.
Jean waited for her arrival in the living room.
“We’ve known each other for quite a while, and I’ve been to your place multiple times, yet I’ve never
seen any wine here,” Neera asked with curiosity as she stepped inside.
Following her bath, she did not tie her hair, allowing her long, sleek black hair to cascade down her
back. A few strands lightly brushed against her shoulders, lending her a different kind of casual
elegance compared to her usual capable demeanor, exuding a touch of laziness that only enhanced
her beauty.
Jean’s obsidian eyes bore depth, and he responded in a soft tone, “Of course, we keep good wine.”
Amused by his words, Neera laughed, perhaps fueled by the alcohol, her eyes slightly reddened at the
corners. Her smile possessed a beguiling and playful quality.
Observing her, Jean smirked, his gaze grew a shade darker.
Hoping he had not noticed, Neera maintained a relaxed demeanor and continued to converse casually,
“Is that so? Then I must see for myself.”
Jean’s voice dropped even lower, “I won’t disappoint you.”
With that, he led her to his wine cellar.
While Neera had suspected there was a wine cellar within his home, she was unprepared for the sheer
magnitude of it.
The cellar had been professionally designed, with intelligent temperature controls to ensure the
preservation of the wines‘ quality. Moreover, the collection housed within was comprised exclusively of
expensive wines.
Champagne, wines, brandies, and more, the variety was extensive. Some of the bottles were of
considerable age, rare, and precious beyond measure.
Guiding her through the expansive wine racks, Jean’s tone was nonchalant as he remarked, “Feel free
to choose whatever you like, take
any bottle
you desire.‘
The wines here were valued at least in the hundreds of thousands per bottle, with some even reaching
millions. His words made it sound as though he was casually picking out vegetables.
Neera was utterly astonished. “People would think you own a winery.”
Jean maintained his composed demeanor and responded casually, “The Beauvort family possesses
several wineries in Francia.”
Neera was stunned.
No wonder!
Now that she thought about it, compared to the scale of the Beauvort family’s wineries, her family’s
winery was like a drop in the ocean.
The legendary term “inhuman wealth” likely applied to people like him…
Despite the array of exquisite wines before her, Neera decided to keep her intake in check as she was
not an alcoholic. So, she settled on selecting a bottle of red wine.
“That’s it. We shouldn’t overdo it tonight. Drinking too much alcohol isn’t good for your health. A
moderate amount is just right.”
Jean nodded in agreement, “Yeah.”
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