All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 332 Branden’s Cat

In a remote estate in Casier. Triston was in high spirits today. He had organized a wine tasting event and brought out his long-cherished wines for the occasion.

What excited him even more was Branden’s presence. He had initially thought that Branden wouldn’t come, but to his surprise, he did.

“Branden, how’s this wine? Pretty good, right?”

This wine came from a vineyard in Veridonia and had been stored for thirty years. It was quite rare, and Triston had spared no expense to treat Branden. People outside saw Triston as a notorious playboy, always living it up and never getting down to serious business.

He neglected the family’s business and instead hung out with women, and purchased islands and vineyards. This was in stark contrast to Branden, who had been attending high-level meetings at the Duncan Corporation since he was eight.

However, only Branden knew that Triston, in reality, was quite cunning. Despite his carefree image, every time he took action, he made a significant profit.

To consistently make money in every business deal was no small feat, and Triston’s exceptional performance showed his remarkable business talent.

The Lamberts’ situation was more complicated than the Duncans’, as Triston had an older brother, Michael. Michael had been groomed as the Lamberts’ successor since childhood, diligently preparing for over a decade.

If Triston got too involved in business, there was a possibility that the Lamberts might choose a different successor for their future interests.

Triston’s choice of a dissolute lifestyle was also for his brother’s benefit. Combined with his naturally carefree personality, he felt even more at ease in this way. As for the judgments of society, Triston didn’t care about that at all.

wine in his glass in one gulp. The warm yellow light highlighted his perfect

tell from Branden’s expression that

theory, someone like Branden, with his personality, should have become friends with Michael, the Lamberts’

with Michael, and their limited

Branden, wearing a friendly smile. ” Branden, I saved some of this wine for you. I’ll ask

tell what was on Triston’s mind. “Go ahead, what do

laugh happily. “You know me the best!” he said. Then

that the Winfreds

However, with the presence of

into Oceanvile, an area the Duncans

Lamberts’ business there. If the Winfreds were really cooperating with the Swanns, they needed to be prepared. It wasn’t that the Lamberts were afraid

current leader of the Swanns was Catherine, whom Branden had openly acknowledged as his fiancée. The Lamberts couldn’t risk damaging their long-standing relationship with the

serious about collaborating with the Winfreds, then the Lamberts needed to prepare in advance. Just three minutes ago, Branden had

Winfreds and the Swanns didn’t know yet, it was just a matter of time before it became known. Branden

won’t collaborate

her once, she wouldn’t give them another chance. Triston paused for a

indeed a collaboration between

whether the Winfreds could join forces with the Swanns depended on whether the

among Casier’s four noble families, if the

prepared for guests. The fresh strawberries were big, red, and extremely tempting. This basket of strawberries had just been won at an auction in an island country’s market,