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.

heard it. Before Vivian could finish her sentence, she froze. She quickly grabbed her phone to check, and to her

Vivian couldn't get

not expecting Paisley to transfer the 200 grand

jealously after the shock wore off. "I wonder where that money

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

the bottle of wine. Serena had always been raised with abundance, and she had no concept

a broken bottle of 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 her cheeks like silver beads. "What's going on here?" A man's furious

who

stood up to

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

ground, his face contorted with anger. "I'm asking you,

loss of the wine. He furiously questioned 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 Paisley earlier, but now that he saw she had a child with her, his interest diminished significantly. And now

mediate again. "Mr. Morgan, please don't be upset. Ms. Sutton has

regular worker would have to work

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

"Do you even know that this wine was meant as a gift? Now that