Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271 

Irene’s heart raced as anger boiled inside her, but she forced herself to suppress it, considering the setting. She glanced at Yonas beside her, recalling what he had discussed with her grandpa at home. <Anyway, this man will soon be mine. Let’s see how long that bitch Yasmine can still prance around.> 

In a short while, the assistant brought over the contract, and within ten minutes, Dean was already shaking hands with Morgan after signing it. Although the Sanchez family’s issue was resolved, the wine tasting event was still ongoing. 

Yasmine, who didn’t recognize any of the professional terminology the sommeliers spouted after tasting various wines, had of course encountered unfamiliar wines as the lady of the Sanchez family. Her father used to tell her about wine tasting back home. She remained sitting in the corner, with Bernard and Lucy accompanying her. Ignoring the beef jerky in their hands, the scene appeared quite harmonious. 

Just as Yasmine was about to get up and leave, Irene called out to her. “Ms. Sanchez, don’t rush off. I have a bottle of red wine I’d like you and Mr. Chavez to taste.” 

Yasmine chuckled, “Ms. White, you’re trying to invite Mr. Chavez to taste your wine, but I’m not so sure about that for me.” 

“Ms. Sanchez, you’re mistaken. I genuinely want you to try this wine,” Irene said, motioning for the server to decant the bottle. She poured glasses for everyone, including Morgan. “Give it a sip and see what kind of wine it is.” 

Bernard looked at Irene with a hint of confusion before picking up a glass and taking a sip. 

Yasmine followed suit, first sniffing the wine and observing its color. Morgan took a sip and found it indeed to be an excellent wine. Yasmine also took a sip and nodded in agreement. 

Bernard placed his bottle on the table, a slight crease in his brow “Could it be the Ciel d’Hiver?” Although not as famous as Romanée–Conti, Ciel d’Hiver is quite well–known and is a favorite among many Hollywood actresses. 

The waiter had already brought up a bucket of ice. Unlike regular red wine, Ciel d’Hiver is made from a mix of different grape varieties: Pinot Noir, Mourvèdre, and Chardonnay, blended in various proportions to create different flavors. 

Yasmine disagreed with that opinion, noting that Ciel d’Hiver comes in three varieties: the Red Label, Purple Label, and Black Label. 

Irene asked mischievously, “Ms. Sanchez, can you taste the difference?” 

“Ciel d’Hiver,” Yasmine replied. 

“Are you sure it’s Ciel d’Hiver?” Irene asked. 

Yasmine nodded, then shook her head. “I took a sip and found it sweet and very smooth.” 

Bernard nodded in agreement, but something still seemed off to him. It tasted like Ciel d’Hiver, yet something felt a bit amiss. He glanced at Yasmine. 

“Ms. White, this really is Ciel d’Hiver,” Yasmine said, trying to be patient. “Don’t you all know that?” 

Irene scoffed, “Ms. Sanchez, listen up. This bottle here is the world’s most expensive champagne, ‘Whispering Tides.‘ It was found in the remains of a sunken ship over twenty years ago, and you’re mixing it up, Ms. Sanchez.” 

“No, you’re wrong,” Yasmine insisted. 

“What?” Irene raised an eyebrow. 

Yasmine continued, “Whispering Tides may be a wine left in the shipwreck, but before it got lost, it was called Ciel d’Hiver. Even though it has a new name now, it can’t change the fact that it’s still Ciel d’Hiver.” 

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Bernard looked at Yasmine with admiration. He knew she was right; while tasting the Whispering Tides earlier, he sensed something was off. Still, the way she explained it made sense. It truly wasn’t the same as a typical Ciel d’Hiver. Being submerged in seawater for so long, it was bound to have an extra flavor. 

Irene probably didn’t expect her to answer like that and was momentarily at a loss. 

Dean laughed, “Ms. Sanchez is spot on, and Ms. White isn’t wrong either. Whispering Tides was Ciel d’Hiver before it sank to the seabed, but that’s just its name.” 

Lucy watched as Irene’s face turned pale, then pulled Yasmine away from the area with a smile. She knew that as long as Yasmine was around, Irene would find ways to confront her. Thankfully, until the party ended, Irene stayed occupied talking with Bernard, while Yasmine calmly observed Irene’s every move 

Many people attended this wine–tasting event; members of various prominent families were present, along with many heavily made–up women aiming to attach themselves to the elite. The wealthy young ladies wouldn’t deign to speak to these. people and would even consider appearing at the same event with them as lowering their standards, suggesting the staff to escort them out. 

On one side were complaints and exasperation, contrasting the calm drinking on the other side. Suddenly, she realized the lavish lives of the elites might be a dream that ordinary people could never reach.