Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 481

Melvin shook his head. "It’s useless. The top wineries produce limited quantities of wine each year, and they’ve already been snatched up by suppliers. The contracts are signed before the bottles even leave the vineyards."

The global wine market was massive, but true premium wine had always been in short supply. Beyond vintage limitations, quality was another key factor.

"So what can we do?" Sarah asked.

"There’s one last opportunity. In two days, St. Ritz Hotel is hosting a wine-tasting gala. It’ll bring together winery owners from all over. This is our chance," Melvin said seriously.

Sarah nodded in understanding.

The gala wasn’t just a major event for East Coast—top sommeliers and vineyard representatives from all over the country would attend.

Among them would be powerful figures who weren’t afraid of the Wilsons. This was Sanders Group’s only shot. Otherwise, they’d have to abandon this sector entirely.

St. Ritz Hotel, 7pm.

The entrance road to hotel was lined with rows of golden-hued streetlights, illuminating the collection of luxury vehicles parked along the curb.

Tonight, the entire front of the hotel was packed with gleaming, high-end cars—McLarens, Porsches, Ferraris. Vehicles rarely seen on the streets were now clustered together, as if competing to elevate the event’s prestige.

The red carpet stretched from the grand fountain at the hotel entrance all the way inside, flanked on both sides by towering floral arrangements.

A sleek black car pulled up at the entrance.

Sarah and Melvin stepped out.

She took Melvin’s arm as they walked toward the hotel.

The scene behind the glass doors seemed to freeze for a moment, capturing a dazzling tableau of luxury and refinement.

Elegantly dressed men and women moved gracefully through the grand hall, crystal wine glasses in hand. The women, adorned in the most exquisite gowns, quickly found their respective social circles, exchanging pleasantries while secretly measuring one another, each silently plotting to outshine the rest.

The deep red liquid swirled in delicate glasses, forming elegant curves as it clung to the glass—a mark of richness and sophistication.

On the staircase, men and women beamed at one another, engaging in conversations about the latest gossip or sharing dry, unfunny jokes that still managed to draw polite laughter.

As Sarah and Melvin stepped inside, the frozen scene came to life.

The crisp clinking of glasses echoed through the air, mingling with the hum of conversations. Men boasted about their business conquests, while women compared their latest designer dresses and handbags. From the second-floor landing, the soft, melodic notes of a grand piano added a touch of refinement to the ambiance.

The moment Sarah entered, many eyes turned toward them.