Chapter 32 Why Give You Fine Wine
"Sorry, I didn't know it was this kind of reunion. If I had known, I would never have called you and invited you over."
Based on her understanding of Anthony, he would never grovel before this David and say anything grateful.
Anthony smiled: "Poppy, this isn't your fault..."
He had already figured out that this so-called class reunion was a setup for him.
The purpose was just to embarrass and humiliate him.
"Anthony, you really don't blame me?"
Poppy looked delighted.
To her, this gathering wasn't important.
But being able to see Anthony at the reunion made her overjoyed.
Anthony patted her shoulder and was about to say something when suddenly a loud shout came.
"Anthony, what do you mean? Why aren't you thanking David yet?"
"Exactly, hurry up, don't waste everyone's time."
Anthony didn't even glance at that classmate. He gently pulled Poppy's shoulder.
"Let's go."
As he spoke, he gave a faint smile to Sophia, who had come to deliver the wine.
"Hello Sophia, we meet again. Next, please tell your boss."
"Thank her for the Romanée-Conti, but right now, I'm no longer in the mood to taste it..."
His words immediately angered everyone present, and James roared in fury.
"Taste it? You think you're worthy?"
Theresa curled her lips disdainfully.
"Keep pretending, Anthony, keep it up."
"Acting like you know the owner of Golden Ember Hotel. I didn't know you'd become so full of yourself."
Green said mockingly: "Anthony, if you dare leave, then from now on, you'll never get to taste such expensive wine again..."
Anthony, who had already taken two steps, suddenly stopped.
At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice came, though the tone was ice-cold.
"I'm wondering if you people have gotten something wrong?"
The one speaking was Sophia, who had just come to deliver the wine.
All the classmates looked confused: "You, what do you mean?"
"What do I mean?"
"Our boss only had me send over a bottle of Romanée-Conti because she saw her good friend and VIP guest—Mr. Bruce—had arrived at our hotel."
"You're driving away our VIP guest, so you're no longer qualified to dine at our hotel. Someone, throw them all out."
"Hey, wait—"
Theresa's face went pale, and she couldn't help but cry out.
At this moment, she couldn't even process what was happening.
They had only wanted to humiliate this criminal, but why was the hotel's Sophia kicking them out?
Most importantly, Sophia had just called Anthony her boss's good friend and VIP guest, which shocked her deeply.
Actually, Theresa wasn't the only one confused at the scene.
Even the rich kid David was stunned speechless.
The hotel's vice president had just expelled him, a paying customer, for Anthony's sake.
This was too unbelievable.
Everyone knows the customer is king.
But for Anthony, this Sophia dared to expel him, the king?
This made David both upset and completely baffled.
At this moment, Theresa, unable to contain her confusion any longer, asked unwillingly.
"Sophia, haven't you made some mistake? Why him of all people?"
"You know, he's a criminal who just got out of prison not long ago, and he's been kicked out of the Bruce family."
Sophia's eyes were contemptuous: "Are you questioning my judgment?"
Intimidated by Annie's powerful presence, Theresa quickly shook her head.
"Sophia, that's not what I meant. I'm just curious why it's him? Shouldn't it be..."
After a moment of silence, she continued.
"Shouldn't it be David?"
"David?"
Sophia snorted coldly: "Forget him—even if his dad came, he wouldn't be worthy of our boss sending out Romanée-Conti."
"It can only be Anthony. Only he has that kind of standing."
Hearing Annie's answer, Theresa cried out with a flushed face and quickly covered her mouth instinctively.
She knew clearly that if she didn't cover her mouth, her scream would blow the roof off.
Although Sophia didn't give a reason, her contemptuous attitude said it all.
David and his wealthy father weren't at the right level—they could never earn the respect of Golden Ember Hotel's owner...
"How can this be? How can this be?"
Theresa's face flushed red as she muttered in shock.
Actually, it was after she felt humiliated at the Bruce Manor that she secretly instigated this reunion.
Of course, the purpose was to slap Anthony in the face hard.
To make this criminal open his eyes wide and see clearly.
After breaking off their engagement, she had a new boyfriend, and a rich one at that.
The harsh reality would slap him in the face.
But now, the rich boyfriend she was so proud of couldn't humiliate Anthony at all—instead, he was the one being humiliated.
Theresa was shocked and stunned, her heart a jumble of emotions.
Her lips kept moving as she muttered in shock.
"What has Anthony, this criminal, been through these past three years?"
The others nearby were also shocked and in an uproar.
David's face looked terrible.
At this moment, he finally understood what it meant to lose face.
He had wanted to show off at the reunion.
But it turned out the hotel owner wasn't giving him face at all by sending the Romanée-Conti.
Yet he had been so presumptuous.
David wished he could find a hole to crawl into, rather than be so embarrassing, such a spectacle...
"Good friend, VIP guest?"
Poppy beside him looked surprised.
"You're good friends with the owner of Golden Ember Hotel?"
Seeing Poppy's shocked expression, Anthony smiled faintly.
"Not really good friends, we've only met twice."
But Poppy didn't believe what Anthony said at all.
"Impossible. You've only met twice and they send you Romanée-Conti?"
As she said this, Poppy glanced again at the luxuriously packaged famous wine on the table.
Through the deep red bottle, the liquid inside was glowing with a gem-like luster.
This Romanée-Conti—even if she worked her whole life, she could never earn enough to buy this bottle.
Yet the hotel's owner just sent it over like that. How generous.
Just met twice—how was that possible?
While she was lost in thought, a sudden scream came from nearby.
Looking over, she found that the one shouting was Theresa.