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Chapter 479

Mr. Wilson chuckled. "If we can't finish the bottle, take the rest hfor your grandfather."

Vivian laughed. "Grandpa, what are you saying? Do you really think Grandpa William would drink someone else's

leftover wine?"

"True, true. My mistake," Mr. Wilson admitted with a good-natured smile. "Then how about this-before you leave,

pick out a bottle from my collection and take it back for him. That way, he won't have anything to complain

about behind my back."

The meal had yet to begin, but the atmosphere at the dining table was warm and harmonious.

Anne was busy serving dishes, while Zachary quietly observed the exchange between Vivian and Mr. Wilson.

It was just a simple family dinner, so why go to such extravagant lengths?

The Romanée-Conti on the table was no ordinary wine. Though its auction price had been around three million

yuan, it was truly priceless-aged for years, often purchased as an investment rather than for consumption.

So why had Mr. Wilson brought it out tonight?

What was he trying to achieve?

At the Dinner Table...

The long, marble dining table exuded elegance.

The dishes placed before them were no less luxurious-every plate rivaled those

of St. Ritz, a renowned fine-dining restaurant, if not surpassing them.

With only the three of them at the table, Mr. Wilson gestured toward one of the dishes.

"Zachary, try this," he encouraged.

Vivian beamed. "Zachary, all of Grandpa's chefs are Michelin three-star masters- not a bit inferior to St Ritz's."

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Mr. Wilson took a sip of wine before speaking again.

"Zachary, you and Vivian have known each other since childhood. Even before you were born, your grandfather

and | had already arranged your engagement."

He paused, letting his words sink in.

Vivian turned her face slightly, a hint of shyness in her expression.

Zachary, however, remained silent for a long time. The weight of expectation lingered in the air before he finally

spoke.

"I'll need to ask my grandfather first."

Mr. Wilson's eyes gleamed. "We actually discussed this just two days ago. He has no objections."

"Then if Grandpa has no objections, | have none either," Zachary replied evenly. Vivian let out a quiet sigh of

relief.

Mr. Wilson laughed heartily. "Good, good. I'll speak with your grandfather in a few days and finalize the details."

He then changed the subject.

"In two days, St. Ritz is hosting a wine-tasting gala. Why don't you take Vivian

with you? I also hope that you'll invite her for the opening dance."

Vivian's gaze flickered with anticipation as she looked at Zachary.

Zachary hesitated only briefly before nodding.

“Alright.”

The Mendes' Home.

The old, dilapidated apartment seemed to weigh heavily on Mrs. Mendes' already burdened shoulders.

It had only been two days.

Two days since she had taken the evidence to the police, hoping for justice.

Two days since she had undergone questioning, clinging to the last bit of hope.

And yet, in the end, it had all been for nothing.

Sarah leaned against the gray, peeling wall, arms crossed.

"Maybe the evidence still isn't strong enough."

Mrs. Mendes' eyes were red, her head shaking furiously.

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