Chapter 32.

The wines were quickly unboxed for everyone's viewing

pleasure. "Teh, and here I thought they were decent quality. Looks like

these are just craft brews, worth no more than two thousand dollars, I

bet." James had a look of disdain on his face. "How could these compare

to Grand Crus?" "Craft brews have long lost their value on the market. We

don't even give our servants. these!" someone exclaimed, Craft brews

weren't actually that terrible in terms of quality, but they were nothing

compared to Grand Crus. "What a cheapskate!" Florence scoffed, "How are

craft brews cheap when they've been on the rise in the country? Is your

taste. in fine wine only limited to those brewed overseas?" Dustin

casually responded. "How is it not cheap when they cost only a couple

thousand? Chris' wines cost more than 100 thousand dollars." James rolled

his eyes. "Wines don't have to be expensive to be good. Plus, you don't

know how much exactly my wines cost." "Are you still trying to make a

comeback?" James sneered. Florence scowled. "Hmph! So damn stubborn, that

one." "I'm not going to waste any more of my time trying to explain to

people who won't listen to reason," Dustin said. He really didn't want to

waste his breath any longer. "That's enough. What matters most is the

flavor, not the cost. I prefer whites over reds. anyway." Henry finally

interrupted, popped open one of the craft brews, and poured himself a

glass. "Wait, why is it so yellow? Shouldn't craft brews be pale white?"

"It's murky too! It isn't fake, is it?" "My goodness, bringing fake wine

to dinner! What kind of person would do that?" The people started

whispering to each other upon seeing the yellow liquid in the old man's

glass. "Now you've really done it! How dare you mock us all with this

sham of a gift?!" 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. "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.