Chapter 293
"The aesthetic of this winery is truly distinctive."
Guests murmured in admiration as they entered the meticulously arranged guest rooms.
A sleek black luxury sedan glided into Château Blanc. The door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with golden hair and piercing blue eyes.
"It's Mr. Ross!"
Gasps rippled through the crowd. As an internationally renowned master sommelier, Ross's presence instantly commanded attention.
Organizing committee members hesitated, eager to greet him, but faltered at his aloof expression.
Ross surveyed the surroundings, his gaze lingering on the winery's architecture. A faint smile touched his lips.
"Let's proceed."
Staff remained composed despite the VIP's arrival, offering only polite glances before resuming their duties.
At the entrance, a staff member politely stopped him. "Sir, may I see your invitation?"
"Please enter." The staff member verified it with professional detachment before turning to the next guest.
This subtle display of impartiality made Ross's eyes flicker with surprise. He glanced back at the upright, focused staff—none distracted by his fame.
"Master Ross?" His assistant noticed his pause.
"Let's go." Ross strode toward the tasting hall beside the main building.
Inside, guests mingled in small groups, the atmosphere convivial yet refined.
A uniformed middle-aged man stepped to the center, followed by a young waiter pushing a cart.
"Welcome to Château Blanc. Our proprietor has prepared a small token of appreciation."
At his signal, the waiter began distributing two exquisite gift boxes to each guest.
One contained delicate pastries, the other two bottles of premium wine.
Connoisseurs instantly recognized the wine's value—each bottle worth at least five figures.
"My god, this is beyond generous!" The assistant whispered, mentally calculating the gifts' total worth.
But Ross's attention was drawn to the pastries. He noticed each guest's selection seemed unique.
"Master, could it be—" The assistant stared at the familiar hometown pastry before him, speechless.
"Finally catching on." Ross scoffed softly, sampling a piece. A spark of delight flashed in his eyes.
Once gifts were distributed, the middle-aged man smiled. "After your journey, please retire to your rooms and rest."