The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 162

Paisley felt that Vivian's mood was off, but she didn't pursue it further. She carried Serena and walked out of the crowd to their corner to grab her phone.

Isabella quickly followed. "Mrs. Morgan, keep an eye on her, don't let her run off."

Paisley shot a sideways glance at Isabella and then asked Vivian, "What's the retail price of this wine?" Vivian laughed, "Ms. Sutton, are you okay? Are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending? Do you know the value of this bottle? You're asking about the retail price? If we're going by retail price, you couldn't even afford an empty bottle."

Paisley knew about Cloud Crest Reserve's market markup, but this wasn't something she could control. "Alright, then how much is it?"

"200 grand," Vivian said directly, confident that Paisley wouldn't have 200 grand. She was determined to humiliate this woman and make her beg for mercy.

Paisley frowned, "200 grand?"

That was over ten times, a bit much. Looked like she needed to talk to Lucy about this. The market markup was getting too much, and it was not good for the brand.

She wasn't directly in charge of the winery's operations. That was handled by a professional manager Lucy hired. She just needed to review reports periodically and occasionally craft a batch of premium wine herself.

Vivian sneered, "Don't have it? Well, you could always-" Just as she finished speaking, Vivian's phone made a loud notification sound for a payment.

could finish her sentence, she froze. She quickly grabbed her phone to check, and to her shock, she had indeed received 200

get

expecting Paisley to transfer

wore off.

this point, Paisley wasn't interested in dealing with Vivian. She was more concerned about Serena, feeling that

the bottle of wine. Serena had always been raised with abundance, and

wine alone wouldn't make Serena cry. But no matter how she asked, Serena wouldn't speak. She just pursed her lips, tears rolling down

the disgusting man who had

up to greet him.

So this jerk was Millie's father, the so-called handsome and family-oriented

pointed at the broken bottle of wine on the ground, his face contorted with anger. "I'm asking you, what

Vivian, his voice filled with emotion. "Didn't you say you were just bringing it here to show them? Why is it broken?" Vivian looked embarrassed and lowered her voice as she tried to explain to her husband. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't expect this to happen." Then she pointed at Paisley. "It was that child who broke it." Nate followed her finger and saw Paisley sitting nearby. For a moment, his expression turned awkward. That brief awkwardness didn't escape Vivian's notice, and her gaze toward Paisley grew colder. Nate had been somewhat interested in

be upset. Ms. Sutton has

regular worker would have to work for years to make

Nate down, but to everyone's surprise, it only made him angrier.

his usual gentle demeanor nowhere to be seen. "Do you even know that this wine was meant