Just then, there was a gentle knock on the private room door, and the hotel owner himself walked in, carrying two bottles of red wine. He was dressed in a custom-made suit and had a respectful demeanor. His eyes immediately fell on Clara, a flicker of confirmation in his eyes. He had seen this young lady from a distance a few years ago when the Bennett family was inspecting one of their hotels. Although she was wearing sunglasses at the time, he had a vague memory of her demeanor and features.
"Miss," the boss put the red wine on the table and said in a gentle tone, "This is the 1982 Lafite that our hotel has collected. We specially send it to you for tasting." As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Clara, indicating that he would not reveal her identity.
Clara's heart moved slightly, and she nodded gently: "Thank you."
But before she could say anything more, Vanessa stood up suddenly, grabbed the boss's hand, and said excitedly, "Boss, you're sending this to us, right? My husband, Liam, is negotiating a partnership with a subsidiary of the Bennett family. You must have heard about it and came here to please us!" As she spoke, she glanced at Clara smugly, "Look, if it weren't for us, you would never have the chance to see such expensive red wine in your life."
Liam also echoed, his face full of pride: "Boss, you are thoughtful. We are still moving forward with the cooperation. Please take care of me in the future."
The smile on the boss's face froze for a moment, but he didn't break it. He just nodded politely: "Thank you both for your kindness." After that, he gave Clara a subtle look and turned to leave the box.
Vanessa picked up the bottle of red wine and shook it knowingly. "Ms. Clara, have you ever seen such fine wine? This bottle costs millions . You can't even afford it with your entire lifetime salary."
Clara watched her clumsy movements and finally couldn't help but speak, her voice calm but clear. "This 1982 Lafite has fine tannins and aromas of black currant and cedar. It needs at least two hours to decant. Shaking it so violently will damage the wine's structure, and even the best wine will become sour and astringent." She paused, her eyes falling on the label on the bottle. "Also, this bottle of wine has subtle traces of gilding on the edge, a technique unique to the winery back then. Imitations are rare on the market."