Chapter 98

Isabella Sullivan curled her lips in a mocking smile.

She pushed the wine glass forward again.

"Miss Bennett, have another drink."

Vivian Bennett lowered her gaze.

Her fingertips lightly supported the base of the glass.

She swirled the wine slowly.

The deep red color rippled under the light.

She bent her head and inhaled the aroma with graceful composure.

Isabella nearly snorted with laughter.

What an act.

How dare this low-class woman pretend to appreciate fine wine?

"Château Pétrus from Bordeaux's Right Bank?"

Vivian took a small sip and softly identified the vineyard.

Isabella's fingers twitched.

She almost dropped her glass.

"You've had this before?"

She suppressed her shock and quickly lifted her chin.

"Then tell me the vintage."

Vivian took another sip.

She closed her eyes to savor the taste.

"Nineteen eighty-three."

Isabella's pupils constricted sharply.

Impossible.

How could this woman get everything right?

She clenched her skirt, her voice turning cold.

"Did you specifically study wine tasting, Miss Bennett?"

She must have worked hard to climb the social ladder.

Vivian shook her head.

"No."

The chill of the cellar seemed to creep up her spine again.

When she was dizzy with hunger, she could only steal her father's hidden wine to fill her stomach.

One sip of wine.

One moment of clarity.

Isabella snorted in disbelief.

Stop pretending to be innocent.

Vivian ignored her and turned to look out the window.

The rain had stopped unnoticed.

Sunlight broke through the clouds, falling on the wet streets.

"Mr. Sullivan, we'll get off here."

She helped her grandmother up and nodded politely.

"Thank you for today."

She offered Isabella a faint smile.

"And thank you for the wine."

Isabella forced a smile.

"Stop the car."

Liam Sullivan's voice cut through the air.

The vehicle pulled over smoothly.

Vivian supported her grandmother as they exited.

Their figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

Isabella was in high spirits.

She smiled and leaned closer to her brother.

"Brother, shall we have dinner together tonight?"

Liam turned his head.

His gaze was cold and heavy.

"Isabella, when did you become so narrow-minded?"

Isabella's smile froze.

"I wasn't..."

"That bottle of wine." His voice turned icy. "You were deliberately making things difficult for her."

Isabella opened her mouth to speak.

"She is mine."

Liam lowered his voice.

Each word was laced with frost.