Chapter 96 The Name of That Wine is Amelia
Just then, a crisp tapping sound rang out. At the same time, the lights dimmed, and then a beam of light focused on the stage.
Felicity appeared in everyone's view, wearing a strapless gown.
"Everyone!"
Felicity's face lit up with a bright smile as she said, "Welcome to my homecoming reception. Starting today, I'm officially announcing my return to work in the country. I hope that in the future, everyone will..."
William was the only son of his branch, but the Brown family also had a daughter—that was Felicity.
Felicity was William's cousin, the daughter of Finn's younger son. She was quite capable herself, having handled some overseas company affairs while still in school. Now, having returned from graduate studies at a prestigious foreign university, she was a bright new star in the Brown family. She had every reason to be proud.
Felicity's speech was far from over. She talked on and on onstage while Amelia heard people nearby whispering.
"Master's degree in finance, and the scholarship kind too. Felicity is really something."
"Yeah, two years ago when she was 23, she handled an extremely dangerous overseas matter in Seraphim. I heard there was even a shootout there, and she went in person. Seraphim isn't like here where guns are banned—she really dared to do it."
"I heard she handled most of the coordination with Seraphim. Over the years, she's built up quite a network. Now that she's back, I wonder which department she'll join."
...
Amid the chatter, William's phone vibrated again.
He frowned slightly, took it out for a look—it was a call from Rhys.
Rhys?
After thinking for a moment, William got up and went to a quieter spot to take the call.
"What is it?" William asked.
Rhys's voice sounded urgent: "Mr. Brown, these past few days strangers have been staking out the company asking questions. I had people investigate, and just got confirmed information—they're from the police."
The police?
William's frown deepened.
"What are the police investigating at the Brown Group? Did you find out?"
For a giant like the Brown Group, dealing with the police wasn't uncommon, but it was usually about specific disputes or targeted matters. This kind of private investigation was rare.
It usually meant there were details they needed to investigate that weren't convenient to let them know about yet.
"The police are being very careful. They're asking about all sorts of things—your relationship with Mrs. Amelia Brown, Isabella's situation—mostly getting information in the form of gossip." Rhys immediately answered. "But after filtering through it, what they ask about most frequently, or rather, their ultimate target, is Louis."
Louis!
William's eyes narrowed dangerously.
Why would the police be paying attention to Louis?
Could it be that incident...
"Do we have a location on Louis's whereabouts now?" William's voice turned cold.
"Still haven't been able to find him. Mr. Brown, the people below covered it up and dragged it out too long—many leads are long gone." Rhys sounded panicked again.
If that incident got exposed... it would really trigger a series of consequences.
That was a serious incident.
Since they chose to suppress it back then, bringing it up now would have little effect, and besides...
"Keep looking, send more people. We must find Louis!" William's voice was cold. "Watch the situation with the police and see what's really going on."
William knew that since the police were keeping it confidential from the start, they probably couldn't get anything out of them—they could only wait.
"Yes!" Rhys immediately went to handle it.
After hanging up, William glanced again at Amelia sitting in her seat.
Should he tell Amelia about that incident?
He wasn't sure.
While thinking, he scrolled through his phone and found a message Isabella had sent after he missed her call earlier.
[William, the police came to see me, asking about Louis. What should I do?]
After a pause, another message:
[I managed to dodge some of it, said I wasn't feeling well and put them off, but I think they'll come back. I'm coming to find you now. Let's discuss what to say. Just a moment, ten minutes or so, won't interfere with you and her attending the wine tasting.]
Just as he finished reading, William's phone vibrated again—Isabella calling.
Amelia, sitting in her seat, seemed to sense something. She looked up toward William in the side passage.
Then she saw him frowning tightly, holding his phone saying something, then quickly leaving.
What happened?
Amelia wasn't sure, but she didn't want to dig deeper either.
She came here mainly to resolve two things.
The first was William's questioning, to resolve the issue of William going after Briar.
Since she'd already given him enough time for a detailed talk, that matter was settled.
The second was Felicity.
What exactly did Felicity want to do?
And why?
Amelia looked toward Felicity.
At that moment, Felicity's speech was reaching its end.
She raised her hand gently.
Then several waiters were seen pushing in a long table.
On the long table were countless glasses stacked together, all filled with crystal-clear wine that looked especially translucent under the lights.
"This is wine I specially brought from a private collection at a winery in Seraphim. There are many wines that are hard to find on the market now, including wines made by the winery itself."
Felicity said softly, but her eyes swept toward Amelia's direction.
The smile on her face took on a hint of emotion.
"And among these house wines, there's one that's even more precious."
She said: "It's wine made by the winery owner's own hands."
Does it have some special meaning?
Amelia picked up the introduction on the table and looked at it.
Easily, the description of this wine appeared before her eyes.
Wine made by the winery owner, made 4 years ago, red wine.
"4 years, sounds pretty ordinary. What's so precious about it?"
"Yeah, the other wines on this list are much more prestigious. Something like La Romanée-Conti would better match Felicity's status, right?"
"Didn't she just say it was made by the winery owner personally? Doesn't that mean the winery owner has an unusual identity?"
"Possibly, but who is it?"
...
While everyone was discussing, Amelia saw the name of that wine.
Amelia.
Made and named personally by the winery owner.
Seraphim, 4 years ago. Amelia looked up at Felicity on stage.
And Felicity was looking at her too.
Not far away, William, who was discussing something with Isabella at the side door, also seemed to sense something and looked toward Amelia.