Unrivaled Dragon Lord novel Chapter 12

On hearing Edmund say with certainty, Greta was anxious. She glared at Maxwell with anger and worry.

This useless man kept causing trouble.

Greta secretly tugged at Maxwell's clothes, signaling him to stop arguing with Edmund. If he continued, he would only embarrass himself!

Compared with Maxwell's words, Greta believed what Edmund had said. If Maxwell was capable, he would not choose to be a live-in son-in-law, being laughed at by many people!

Curling his lips in disdain, Edmund looked at Greta and said in a regretful tone, "Greta, I'm very sorry for you for marrying such a man. Even if he lives with your family, he should watch his manner. Who the hell does he think he is?"

In order to ease the atmosphere, Danika, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said, "It's just a bottle of red wine. There's no need to argue about it. Don't let it affect our harmonious relations. Let's eat."

Crossing his arms, Edmund looked at Maxwell with a cold smile. "It is not just a matter of a bottle of red wine. He wants to push himself forward. He doesn't even know how to appreciate red wine, but he dares to teach me about it."

"This is absurd." Suddenly, a mysterious smile lifted the corner of Maxwell's mouth. He looked at Edmund and slowly said, "Do you really ... know red wine?"

Maxwell's eyes were fixed on Edmund. His deep gaze pierced through Edmund, like a sharp sword.... Edmund trembled and stiffened!

At that moment, Edmund had an illusion that he was being targeted by a peerless vicious beast!

With a cold expression, Edmund stared at Maxwell, who seemed to see him through.

Edmund was afraid of being found out that he was just an amateur. In fact, he knew little of wine....

Looking at Edmund, Maxwell said, "The Lafite of 1982 is indeed the best wine in the world, famous for its excellent taste. However, the Lafite of 1993 has a similar taste. A master will even feel confused. You passed the Lafite made in 1993 off as the one of 1982. Are you worthy to be a member of upper class?"

Maxwell's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to be heard clearly by everyone present. Greta's expression changed slightly, while Derrick was pondering.

"Rafite made in 1993? Are you insulting me? If what you have said is true, on no account will I present it to Mr. Derrick." Edmund was shocked for a moment, and then he put on a cold smile. This was a humiliation to him!

"Among the Lafite, the one of 1982 is the best. It tastes rich and fruity. Although Lafite of 1993 is of high quality, it is not as sweet as the one of 1982. On the whole, it is a little sour. This abominable wine was made in 1993. Someone from upper class wants to fool laymen," Maxwell said in a calm and indifferent tone, as if he were stating an indisputable fact.

Edmund sneered. "You are still acting. If it weren't for Mr. Derrick, I would have exposed you as a rude bumpkin."

Greta frowned, turning to look at Maxwell. "Wine needs to be tasted slowly. Just now, you drank so quickly. How could you tell that it was made in1983?"

Maxwell smiled faintly without explaining. He drank the wine as if it were boiled water, because he had already judged the age of the wine when he smelled the rich fragrance emitted from this glass of red wine.

He was too familiar with Lafite. When he was in France, he had been in low spirits for a period of time. At that time, he drank a lot of Lafite produced in 1982. He even once used it to bathe when he was drunk!

Maxwell was more familiar with the fragrance emitted by Lafite of 1982 than anyone present.... Therefore, he confirmed that this was not Lafite of that year!

Maxwell looked at Derrick, saying, "If I remember correctly, every Michelin 3-star chef is extremely proficient in telling ingredients and has high attainments in wine evaluation. Why not ask them to have a try? It will be easier for them to tell whether it is Lafite of 1982 or not."

"This ..." Greta's eyebrows knitted tightly as she stared at Maxwell. She did not understand what Maxwell was going to do.

It was enough, but he insisted on figuring out the result. Greta was very sure that this was Lafite made in 1982. Other Lafite didn't have such a delicate and rich taste. He was asking trouble for himself, wasn't he?

Once the result was revealed, how could he wind this matter up?

"Alright, I'll let you know that you have overestimated yourself!" Edmund agreed immediately, afraid that Maxwell would quit.

Edmund was well convinced that these two bottles of red wine were made in 1982. He spent a lot of money to airlift them over from France. Today, he was determined to disgrace this lowly man.

He also wanted to tell Greta what she would get after marrying such a useless man.

There was an atmosphere of great tension in the room, where silence prevailed. After a moment, Derrick nodded. "Since that's the case, then send some to the kitchen. We can take this opportunity to enrich our experience."

Very quickly, a few empty wine glasses were taken out from the kitchen. A servant whispered by Derrick's ear.

After hearing this, Derrick chuckled and said, "Alright, the result isn't important. Hurry up and eat."

Maxwell nodded. "Yes, it's of no benefit to you to know the result. Otherwise, someone may leave in discord."

"No, Mr. Derrick, it's better to announce the result so that someone will know that he is a person with a limited outlook." Edmund suddenly interrupted, adopting an intransigent tone.

After giving Edmund a meaningful look, Derrick slowly said, "Edmund, do you really want to know the result?"

"Of course." Edmund smiled confidently. His eyes fell on Maxwell. "Some arrogant bumpkin doesn't know how to drink red wine. After reading a few books, he starts to pretend to be a man with high social status. But he fails to know that he cannot change his humble birth!"

Derrick sighed, looking at Edmund meaningfully. "Edmund, those three-star Michelin chefs have drunk the wine. They all said that this is the Lafite of 1993."

What a shocking result!

On hearing Derrick's words, all the people present fell into silence.

The sinister smile on Edmund's face suddenly froze, and his expression changed. He retorted in disbelief, "This is impossible! This can't be the Lafite of 1993!"