Chapter 48 The Casino

Tiffany nodded in agreement. “That’s right. I’m concerned about this, too.” Hunter saw that Tiffany had listened to him and yelled to the back of the kitchen, “I’m done talking with your wife. Can we eat now?” Tiffany felt awkward about being called a wife, but she didn’t hate it. Mortimer walked into the dining room and sat at the most prominent seat. Tiffany hesitated before sitting by his side. Monroe took out the red wine and three glasses. Tiffany put her hand over the glass when he prepared to pour it out for her. “I need to work on my thesis tonight. I won’t be drinking.” “That’s a pity,” Hunter murmured. He looked greedily at the wine bottle. “It’s a Romanee Conti from 1982. It would be auctioned at over a million dollars.” Once Monroe poured out the wine, Hunter took a sip immediately. “This mellowness is remarkable. It’s so much better than the wine we had at the company gathering. Speaking of, thank you for looking after the drunk president, Miss Tiffany. We wouldn’t have kn