At a glance, she saw densely packed shelves that resembled a honeycomb, filled with wine. Lyra Smith knew her stuff and understood that any bottle here was worth a Charade.
Expensive!
She was poor!
With the Smith family facing bankruptcy, all the money in her account had been frozen, making her penniless. It seemed like she would soon be holding a broken bowl in tattered clothes, begging for food.
Lyra wandered further into the wine cellar.
Suddenly, she stopped in front of a row of wines.
She looked up at the wine bottles placed high upon the shelves above her – it was the Romani-Conti. She remembered that these wines had been auctioned off at a staggering price of over three million dollars.
Subconsciously, Lyra wanted to distance herself from these bottles. As she stepped back, her back collided with something solid, and before she could react, a voice sounded from behind her, "Want a drink?"
"Ah—!"
Lyra was startled and cried out in shock.
