From His Fake Wife to Billionaire Heiress (Riley and Lucas) novel Chapter 539

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Chapter 539 The Bill

Chapter 539 The Bill

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On this island, a man willing to threw himself in harm’s way for someorte he barely knew, that kind of loyalty told Colin that Killian was worth keeping around.

And so, in a strange twist of fate, a bottle to the head had earned Killian a seat at the table of the elite.

After a few more words of encouragement for Killian to rest the group filed out of the hospital room and headed back toward the hotel.

The night sea breeze was cool against their skin. Justin walked beside Audrey, silent but observant, his sharp eyes darting between her and Colin. He could feel something had shifted in the air between those two.

“Audrey.” Justin stopped walking, his expression darkening, his voice turning cold, “I remember you telling me you were going to bed before I turned in. So why were you outside with Colin at this hour?”

He paused, his tone gaining an edge. “A date?”

Audrey froze. Her mind raced, fingers twisting nervously as she scrambled for an excuse.

“What are you thinking?” Colin slid smoothly between them, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and waving it lazily. Tran out of smokes, came down to buy some, and bumped into this one looking for a late-night snack. We just walked together. What’s with the third-degree? You look like you’re interrogating a suspect.”

His shameless confidence made Justin hesitate for a moment.

“Y-yeah, Justin,” Audrey jumped in, seizing the lifeline. “I just got a sudden craving for snacks.” She shot Colin a look that said mice

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Justin eyed Colin suspiciously. Something still felt off, but Colin’s nonchalant act was so convincing that Justin finally just huffed and dropped the matter.

Meanwhile, in another suite, sunlight streamed through the floor-to ceiling windows, illuminating a scene of utter chaos Empty bottles of top-shelf wine lay scattered across the leather carpet, the air thick with the sour tang of alcohol

Simon and his crew were sprawled across the sofa and floor, dead to the word after guzzling the wine they’d intercepts from Colin, They’d slept through most of the night and only began stirring as the sun climbed high

“Damn… this stuff hits hard.” Simon sat up, rubbing his throbbing temples. His head was pounding but a snug sign STD lingered.

They were helping each other up, planning to bead downstairs for a late breakfast, whet a knock c

Simon assumed it was room service. Grumbling he shuttled over and opened it only to find Jerold star expression, accompanied by Daniel Everett, the head of the winery’s local division.

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and consumed before reaching their intended recipient. Mr. Peterson was very displeased. This incident has severely compromise our winery’s reputation and delivery protocols. Consequently, Mr. Peterson has refused to pay. Per our policy, the full cost of the wines, plus penalties, will be charged to you.”

Simon took the bill with a dismissive short and flipped through it casually. “Come on, it’s just a few bottles. How much can it possibly-”

His words died in his throat. His eyes landed on the total at the bottom, and his cocky expression froze solid.

The string of zeros made his head spin.

“Three bottles of Romanée-Conti… imported…” Simon’s voice cracked, his hands shaking violently. “Six million! Plus half a million in penalties? Are you robbing me!”

Simon’s family ran a modest trading company-barely clearing a million in profit on a good year. He’d assumed he’d spent at most a few tens of thousands on expensive liquor. He never imagined a single night of indulgence had just consumed three years of his family’s net income.

“No way! This is impossible!” Simon’s bravado evaporated, replaced by sheer panic. He switched tactics, outright denying responsibility. “What wine costs that much? You’re running a scam! You set me up on purpose, didn’t you?”

Daniel remained unruffled, clearly seasoned in handling such blowups.

“Mr. Collins, please watch your language.” He pointed to the attachments behind the invoice. “All documentation, place of origin, vintage, customs records, and authentication certificates are included here. These are globally limited-edition collectibles. At auction, the prices would be even higher.”