In another room.

Mary was on a call with Mabel.

"You mean the bottle of red wine you took? Come on, Mabel, I told you it was fake. Why are you calling me about it now?" Mary held the phone between her head and shoulders and pulled up her hair.

She was about to take a shower when Mabel called and asked her about the bottle of wine.

It was the bottle that Francis insisted on giving to Mabel that day.

Mabel wanted to ascertain whether Mary knew the value of the bottle of red wine.

Because in Mabel's opinion, the possibility that Belland could spend a huge amount of money to buy real wine was simply impossible!

Then, the origin of the bottle of wine was very suspicious.

Maybe Belland got lucky, or maybe, he got a bargain from some idiot with the price of fake wine.

Mabel pretended not to care and continued, "It's probably a high-quality imitation. The taste and craftsmanship are very high-class. A friend of mine especially likes collecting red wine, and this bottle of wine just happened to gain his approval. He wants to know, where did this bottle of wine come from?"

Mary answered honestly, "Belland probably bought it from somewhere. It seems like he's back. I'll help you ask him."

The sound of footsteps came from the door. Mary turned her head with a smile, meeting Belland who had just entered the door.

"Where did you buy the red wine in your wine cabinet? It's the bottle of wine with the picture of Modang Valiant Winery." Mary's memory had always been good. She still remembered the explanation about this bottle of wine.

At this moment, Belland's suit buttons were all opened. The white shirt inside was half-unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest. He looked extremely sexy.

"Red wine? I just bought it casually. It's not worth much. Since when is my Mary interested in red wine?" Belland asked, as he hung his suit in the closet.

Mary covered the microphone. "Francis gave that bottle of wine to Mabel. She's the one asking me about it."

Belland's fingers that were hanging his suit froze. He raised his eyebrows. "What did Mabel say?"

Mary said proudly, "She said that the bottle of wine was probably a high-quality imitation. The taste and craftsmanship are high-class. She wants to know where you bought it."

Belland smiled. "I just bought it at a liquor store on Billy Street."

Mary picked up the phone and told Mabel the address Belland had given her.

Belland then noticed that his wife and Mabel were on the phone.

Mabel chuckled over the phone, "Looks like Belland accidentally found something good. Thank you, Mary. I think the value of this bottle of wine is much higher than what you originally thought. I'll go to the shop tomorrow to take a look. If the boss can still provide me with some goods, I might treat the two of you to a meal to express my gratitude."

Mabel was not stingy in sharing her joy, because in her opinion, Mary and Belland did not know anything at all.

Mary also smiled happily. "Is that so? I have another box of this red wine in my basement. If it is really worth that much, perhaps we can sell the rest of the red wine, right, Belland?"

Belland forced a stiff smile.

"Alright, I still have to take a shower. I'll hang up first." Ignoring Mabel who was in shock, Mary happily hung up the phone.

Belland helplessly held his wife's shoulders and held Mary in his arms. "You want to sell the red wine through Mabel?"

Mary winked at him and smiled proudly. "How is that possible? I just want to make her jealous. You should have heard her arrogant tone."

Mary imitated Mabel's tone and shook her head. "The value of that bottle of wine is much higher than what you think. If I can buy it, I might treat the two of you to a meal to express my gratitude!"

Belland pinched his wife's face.

Mary began to think again, "But from what Mabel said, this bottle of wine might be worth quite a lot. Take one bottle tomorrow and ask around at the wine shop in New York. If we can really sell it at a good price, maybe we can sell it ourselves. Maybe we can really make a fortune! "This will relieve the pressure for a while."

Belland hugged his wife lovingly and promised, "Okay, I'll ask around tomorrow."

Mary leaned against her husband's chest and pondered over the information she got from Mabel, that this box of red wine might sell for a good price.

Belland closed his eyes, breathing in his wife's fragrance. He felt even more apologetic.

He asked Mary, "Mary, what would you do if one day you found out that I have been lying to you?"