"Yonas, if we can''t finish it, you can take the rest back for your grandpa," William said with a chuckle. Ireneughed. "Grandpa, what are you talking about? Would Mr. Russell really want the leftover wine?" "You''re right, that''s my bad," William replied. "Yonas, I''ve got plenty of fine wines in my cer. Before you leave, pick one to take back for your grandpa. It''ll save him from cursing me behind my back."


    The atmosphere was harmonious even before dinner started. Daisy was busy serving the dishes. Yonas couldn''t quite grasp what Irene and William were up to, thinking to himself why they would use such esteemed wine for what''s simply a family dinner.


    Romanée-Conti. He was aware of the value of that bottle. Although the auction price was 500 thousand dors, in reality, it''s a rarity that money can''t easily buy. It''s a wine aged four to five years, mainly bought for collection by those who can afford it. What could Nathan''s intention possibly be in letting him drink such a valuable wine?


    The dining table, made of Mahogany, exuded a ssic and luxurious vibe. The dishes served were all quite pricey, even surpassing the Paragon Hotel''s standards.


    There were just three people at the table. Irene hadn''t started eating yet when William eagerly pointed at a particr dish and said, "Yonas, give this a try."


    Yonas looked at the te of beef and vegetable soup in front of him, picked up a piece of meat, and ate it. "Not bad," he remarked. Irene proudly said, "Yonas, the chefs that Grandpa hired are Michelin three-star level, not inferior to those at the Paragon. Hotel." mothers''


    "Yonas, you


    and Irene have known each other since you were kids. Even back when you were both still in your wombs, your grandpa and I had already arranged your marriage. Seeing as you''re both not getting any younger, isn''t it about time to..." William trailed off without finishing his sentence.


    Irene turned her face away, a bit shy, while Yonas remained silent for a long time. After a lengthy pause, he finally spoke, "We still need to ask Grandpa about this matter."


    "I talked with your grandpa about this the day before yesterday, and he doesn''t oppose it," William assured.


    "If Grandpa isn''t against it, I don''t have any objections either," Yonas replied.


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    Irene let out a sigh of relief, and Williamughed heartily, "Perfect, I''ll discuss it with your grandfather in a few days. Oh, and Paragon Hotel is hosting a wine tasting event in two days. Let Irene join you there, and I''d like you to ask her for dance." Irene looked at Yonas expectantly, and he was slightly taken aback. "Alright," he said.


    *****


    At Teresa''s home. In the rundown old building, Urena was weighed down. In just two days, she had reported the case and submitted evidence herself, hoping for justice to be served, but all her hopes were in vain. Yasmine leaned against the gray-white wall, "Maybe the evidence still isn''t enough."


    Urena shook her head furiously, "It''s not even about the evidence. If it truly was due tock of evidence, then why did everyone immediately assume that woman was the one who killed Teresa as soon as she jumped out?"


    Yasmine was silent and wordless; it was her fault for not considering everything thoroughly. She had advised Urena to take the evidence to the police, thinking that with Teresa''s chat records, the chocte code, Urena''s testimony, and the struggle Sat,


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    marks on the rooftop, they could pin it on Irene.


    But she never imagined that everything would fall apart just because, the day after Urena went to the police to report the incident, someone came forward and confessed to all the crimes, even recounting the entire sequence of events with great detail. They even found this woman''s fingerprints on the rooftop when the police went to gather evidence, and records showed her orders at the chocte store. Everything seemed like too much of a coincidence. If Yasmine hadn''t met Irene and heard what she said, she might have believed it.


    "I''ve always said that the power of capital is unshakable. People like us cannot reach those heights in a lifetime. Crushing us is as easy as squashing an ant. Even with all the evidence in front of them, there''s always a scapegoat to take the me." Urena said, disheartened.


    Before, Urena''s evasions were instinctive, but now, as she resolved to uncover the truth and avenge her daughter, she realized how futile her courage truly was.


    Yasmine shook her head, her voice drifting far, "That''s because they''re bad enough to end a life as if it means nothing, bad enough to trade one life for another''s chance." She had anticipated this oue long before, whether it was the incident at the stable or Teresa''s death, Irene could not be disentangled from it. "Mrs. Urena, I won''t give up."


    On the way home, Yasmine received a call. "Ms. Sanchez, I''ve investigated the matter you asked about, and I''ve sent the details to your email."


    "Alright, I''ll transfer the money to your ount." Hanging up the phone, Yasmine opened her email. Sure enough, there was an unread message. As she read it, everything became clear to her.


    When she got home, Morgan was staring at the papers in front of him with a troubled expression.


    ""Morgan? What''s up?" Yasmine asked.


    Morgan quickly put away the papers and said casually, "Nothing, you''re back. What did Urena say?"


    "Someone is helping her now. Urena seemed helpless. I''m not giving up." Yasmine''s eyes were filled with determination.


    what''s really going on. Is it something about the Sanchez Group...?" "What were those papers you just hid? Tell me


    "No, it''s just some pettypany stuff. It''s nothing I can''


    "Morgan, I''m grown up now, don''t treat me like I''m a


    manage; I''ll have it sorted out soon," Morgan assured her.


    duringpany crises, so she knew it couldn''t just hold," Yasmine insisted. She had seen Morgan remain calm


    some small problem causing him distress.


    Morgan chuckled softly, "No matter how old you get, you''ll always be a child to me. It''s really nothing major, just a hup with the wine supply for the vacation ind."


    "Morgan, be honest with me," Yasmine''s expression turned serious.


    Morgan finally said, "It''s not just that we couldn''t secure the wine supply for the resort ind; even our long-time wine supplier has refused to renew the contract. Moreover, several new manufacturers and suppliers that our procurement department approached have all turned down our offers." "Why would they do that?" Yasmine asked.


    "The White family," Morgan said.


    Hearing those words, Yasmine fell silent as well. The White family couldn''t easily meddle in the other business sectors, but they held significant sway in the wine industry.


    Just now, the news reported that Yonas Russell had returned home with Irene White. Whether he went to meet his parents or not was anyone''s guess, but everyone knew the connection between the White family and the Russell family was too close 13:35 Sat, Nov 2