Chapter 381
Author: Anakin Detour
last update2025-08-06 23:22:08
Ese arrived swiftly, heels clicking like a gavel on marble as the entire room seemed to tense in her presence. The tall woman in the sleek black suit walked with the aura of someone used to commanding attention, her expression unreadable, yet undeniably cold.

"Mr. Manchester," she said curtly, handing Adam a sleek leather folder. "As requested, I’ve brought the certified transaction record from the Bulldog Grand private auction. The wine in question—Lot #1173—was sold for exactly two hundred million dollars."

Gasps echoed throughout the room. Even the air felt heavier.

Adam didn’t even glance at the folder. Instead, he calmly pointed toward Trent with a faint smirk. "This wine was originally yours, Ese. If anyone owes you compensation... it’s him. And conveniently, he promised to pay ten times the price if proof was provided."

Ese's gaze slowly turned toward Trent, her eyes gleaming like ice under a spotlight. She walked forward, deliberate and silent, until she stood directly
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