Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Verdania Wine Expo was in full swing, a breathtaking spectacle of energy and elegance. The exhibition pavilion buzzed with hundreds of visitors, dozens of wineries showcasing their best vinages, and the constant hum of business deals, tastings, and networking filling every corner.

Christian and I were doing our best to keep everything running smoothly. After the first reviews of our Vintara line hit the wine journals with glowing praise, investor interest had exploded. Our booth was surrounded nonstop by curious visitors, distributors, and potential partners eager to learn more about our organic processes, our sustainable philosophy, and, of course, opportunities for collaboration.

“Zoey, we’ve got three more investor groups asking for meetings today,” said Lisa, my assistant, walking up with her tablet full of notes. “The Lusarian group, the Eisenwaldians importers, and a distribution network from Rionorte.”

“Can we fit them all in?” I asked, checking my own schedule while watching Christian across the booth. He was talking animatedly with a group of wine journalists, his eyes lighting up as he described our cultivation methods.

“If we move fast between slots, yes,” Lisa said. “But it’s going to be tight.”

Exactly the kind of organized chaos I loved. The best kind of problem-too much interest, too many opportunities, people wanting to be part of what we’d built. too many

Our booth looked flawless: perfectly arranged tastings, top-tier marketing materials, and a sleek audiovisual presentation that told the Vintara story from conception to launch. Joseph had come for the morning session, charming guests with stories about the family’s legacy before heading home to rest-just as Christian had insisted.

“Mrs. Kensington,” one of the event coordinators approached, smiling politely. “We’ve had another interview request. Wine & Style International wants an exclusive feature on Vintara.”

“Of course,” I said immediately. “Lisa will schedule it.”

The pace was relentless. I moved from one conversation to another trying to keep the flow seamless as I juggled distributors, journalists, and photographers. At seven months pregnant, I needed more breaks than I liked to admit, but I was determined not to let it slow me down.

Christian thrived in the environment. He could switch effortlessly between technical explanations for the experts and business pitches for investors. I watched him with pride, admiring the balance of his passion and his professionalism.

“How are the negotiations going?” I asked during a quick break, both of us watching the constant stream of guests moving around our booth.

“Better than we ever expected,” Christian said with a satisfied smile. “Three distribution deals are practically done, at least five international importers are seriously interested, and three major wine magazines want cover stories.”

“Vintara surpassed even our most optimistic projections,” I said, unable to hide my pride.

It was deeply rewarding to see months of hard work paying off. Every marketing strategy I’d designed, every branding decision we’d made, every piece of our sustainable story was resonating exactly as we’d hoped.

“Zoey,” Christian said, his tone full of genuine admiration, “you built something extraordinary here. The PR, the brand positioning, and the way you told our story was world-class.”

I smiled, touched by his words but even more fulfilled knowing weld turned our vision into something real and thriving.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kensington,” another coordinator approached, slightly breathless, “the mayor would like to greet you and take a few photos for the local press. Would that be all right?”

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