Chapter 316
Bianca Savigny stared at the live stream screen, her fingers twisting nervously. She leaned closer to Evelyn Roland and whispered, "Master, are we just going to sit here?"
"Isn't the live stream already happening?"
Evelyn chuckled at her disciple's pouting face. She reached out and ruffled Bianca's hair. "Relax. Just watch."
"Mm..."
Bianca hesitated, her gaze lingering on the wine glass in Evelyn's hand. "Master, that wine is strong. You should drink less."
Evelyn smiled and nodded, but still raised her glass to clink lightly against Bianca's.
In the live stream, the audience watched the two elegant women savoring their wine, and the comments section exploded.
"Master, if this batch of wine hadn't been returned, I wouldn't have gotten to taste it."
Bianca's words were like a knife, stabbing straight into someone's heart. Off-screen, the customer who had returned the wine clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms.
That was his wine!
A rare vintage he'd spent a fortune and pulled countless strings to acquire—and he hadn't even gotten to open a single bottle...
[OMG, I'm actually craving wine now! I never drink, but suddenly I want some!]
[Is Château Blanc's wine really as legendary as they say? Someone explain!]
[Wine connoisseur here: Château Blanc's wines are famous for their lingering finish and complex aromas. The most unique part? Every label and bottle is one-of-a-kind.]
[Are these paid actors?]
[I'm the idiot who returned that wine! That bottle was supposed to be mine!]
The comments grew increasingly heated until someone dropped a bombshell: [Check my verified account *** on Twitter! If I'm lying, may I never earn another cent!]
The drama drew even more viewers, who began researching Château Blanc's unique features. The bottles changed colors under light, and each one hid a secret—a special set of engraved initials.
Evelyn turned the bottle toward the camera at just the right moment.
"Bianca, show them."
Understanding, Bianca held up the half-empty bottle. The crystal glass shimmered with amber hues under the light, revealing the raised letters clearly.
Evelyn then handed her the cork. "Even the cork has a mark."
The audience gasped. The edge bore a tiny "C," and the bottom held two more letters: "Q."
"That's my master's personal signature," Bianca explained. "Everything she designs carries this watermark."
What had once been an offhand gesture now served as irrefutable proof. When Evelyn first took over the winery, she'd casually signed her initials in the corner of a sketch—never imagining it would become today's anti-counterfeit seal.
The live chat erupted.
[Holy crap! Even the cork is this detailed!]
[This level of craftsmanship is insane!]
[No wonder it's so expensive—worth every penny!]
Even longtime customers were stunned. They'd tasted countless wines but had never noticed this hidden touch of artistry.
As praise flooded the screen, Bianca exhaled in relief and winked at her master.
Evelyn swirled her wine glass, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
This show was only just beginning.