The wines were quickly unboxed for everyone's viewing
pleasure. "Teh, and here I thought they were decent quality. Looks like
these are just craft brews, worth no more than two thousand dollars, I
bet." James had a look of disdain on his face. "How could these compare
to Grand Crus?" "Craft brews have long lost their value on the market. We
don't even give our servants. these!" someone exclaimed, Craft brews
weren't actually that terrible in terms of quality, but they were nothing
compared to Grand Crus. "What a cheapskate!" Florence scoffed, "How are
craft brews cheap when they've been on the rise in the country? Is your
taste. in fine wine only limited to those brewed overseas?" Dustin
casually responded. "How is it not cheap when they cost only a couple
thousand? Chris' wines cost more than 100 thousand dollars." James rolled
his eyes. "Wines don't have to be expensive to be good. Plus, you don't
know how much exactly my wines cost." "Are you still trying to make a
comeback?" James sneered. Florence scowled. "Hmph! So damn stubborn, that
one." "I'm not going to waste any more of my time trying to explain to
people who won't listen to reason," Dustin said. He really didn't want to
waste his breath any longer. "That's enough. What matters most is the
flavor, not the cost. I prefer whites over reds. anyway." Henry finally
interrupted, popped open one of the craft brews, and poured himself a
glass. "Wait, why is it so yellow? Shouldn't craft brews be pale white?"
"It's murky too! It isn't fake, is it?" "My goodness, bringing fake wine
to dinner! What kind of person would do that?" The people started
whispering to each other upon seeing the yellow liquid in the old man's
glass. "Now you've really done it! How dare you mock us all with this
sham of a gift?!" Florence cried, slamming the table with one hand. "What
if something happens to us after drinking it?!" "I never expected him to
be so evil! Is he trying to poison us all or what?" A commotion broke out
at the table in an instant. Cheap wine was already embarrassing enough,
but fake wine? That was a conspiracy waiting to happen! Not even the old
man knew how to calm the situation down now. He never drank much craft
brews, but even he knew it was supposed to be a pale, nearly transparent
color. Yet the wine Dustin had brought was not only yellow; it even
seemed opaque. It didn't look like anything good. "This is how fine–aged
craft brews usually turn out to look like," Dustin explained. "Bullshit!"
James cried. "Do you think we're idiots? No wine looks like this! It's
piss, that's all it is!" "Yeah! Why do you continue to lie through your
teeth?" Florence huffed. Chris shook his head with faux empathy. "Oh,
Dustin. You should've told me if you couldn't bring anything to the
table. I could've given you a bottle or two for show. Why would you want
to drag us down like this?" His words seemed kind, but in truth, he was
leaping for joy internally. Dustin truly was no match for him. His
victory over this family nearly felt effortless. "I don't care if you
trust me or not. All I can say is this wine is genuine and as good as
they come," Dustin reaffirmed. "Whoa, what a crowd!" Suddenly, a man
appeared in the doorway, still dressed in his business suit, holding
several gifts. "Dad? You're back from your trip already?" James gasped.
It was John Nicholson, Dahlia's father. "Well, the deal was a success, so
I came home carly." John smiled. The wines on the table caught his
attention. "Oh, is that La Romanee? It's a recent brew I think, but it
must cost at least 100 thousand dollars a bottle, am I right?" "Good on
you, Dad! You're right!" James beamed. "Dear, Chris brought this over for
dinner. Isn't he sweet?" Florence spoke up, then she turned to glare at
Dustin. "Unlike some people who tried to poison all of us with fake
wine!" "Fake wine?" John exclaimed. "Yeah, look!" James showed his father
the glass of yellow liquid. "Dustin brought this over for dinner. If we
hadn't noticed in time, God knows what would've happened to us if we
drank it." John took a close whiff of the wine, then tossed the entire
glass down in one go. "Dad, what are you doing? Don't drink that! You'll
kill yourself!" James yelled. Yet John seemed to be reveling in the taste
of the wine. "A smooth, creamy body, followed by a heady finish, this
isn't fake. This is a priceless aged craft brew!" "What?!" Everyone
gasped.