Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 486

Vivian sabotaged her from behind, while she had already found her next target. In this endless cycle, she could never escape the trap Vivian had set for her.

When Sarah saw that Melvin was also making progress without any interference, she realized Vivian was targeting only her.

She gave up looking for targets and sat quietly on the sofa.

Sarah walked to the table, about to pick up a glass of wine when a voice suddenly appeared, "Don't drink that glass, it's been contaminated by the cork."

She leaned in to smell it - indeed, there was a strong musty odor.

She looked at the person who had been speaking, an elderly man in worn pants. "How could you tell?"

"I smelled it."

She moved her hand to the glass next to it, and the same voice spoke again, "Don't drink that one either. The sulfur dioxide concentration is too high. These cunning merchants add preservatives excessively to the wine, not understanding what's actually good for health."

"What about this one?" Sarah pointed to another glass.

The elderly man looked, even picking his nose casually, "This wine smells quite good. Drink it."

Finally, some good wine.

Sarah took a careful sip, only for the man to deliver his final blow.

"It smelled fine, didn't it? But tell me—did you notice a faint nutty flavor?"

Sarah frowned. "Yes."

"Exactly. That means this wine has been oxidized too early. You shouldn’t drink it either."

"What?" Sarah choked slightly.

As the elderly gentleman spoke with Sarah, he gestured to a server.

The waiter approached with a polite smile, holding a wine bottle. He poured about a third of a glass and, still smiling, started to leave.

The elderly gentleman stopped him. "Has the wine been decanted?" He had clearly seen the server open a new bottle directly.

The waiter's eyes widened, speechless.

Sarah understood - here was another person who had judged by appearances, assuming the elderly gentleman was a beggar and not taking him seriously.

"I apologize for my oversight."

Sarah spoke firmly, "Be more careful in the future. Use your head - how could someone at a wine tasting not understand these things? If you just judge by appearances, you're lowering St. Ritz’s standards."

"I'm sorry." The server bowed deeply at ninety degrees, his eyes red and on the verge of tears.