Poisonous Wine AuctionPoisonous Wine Auction
The night sky over Paris was a canvas of stars, outshone by the dazzling lights of Sotheby's auction house. Elena stood in the shadows outside, her figure obscured by a tattered painter's coat. Her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and her face was smeared with deliberate streaks of dust, completing her disguise as a down-and-out artist. Her eyes, however, gleamed with a cold, steely determination, fixed on the item about to be auctioned inside—the family's legendary wine, "Crimson Clément."
This bottle of wine was more than just a bottle of wine; it carried Elena's hatred and pain. She vividly remembered that it was this very wine that had poisoned her mother, and now, it was being auctioned off as a precious collectible.
Elena took a deep breath and slowly entered the auction house. The interior was bustling with people, the lights as bright as daylight. The auctioneer stood on the stage, his voice magnetic and captivating: "Ladies and gentlemen, the next item we are about to auction is a treasure from the Clément family—'Crimson Clément.' This bottle of wine dates back to the 19th century. It represents the glory of the Clément family and is an unparalleled gustatory experience."
As the auctioneer spoke, the crowd let out a murmur of admiration. Elena made her way through the crowd, her eyes locked on the bottle of wine. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, a mix of anger and the urge for revenge coursing through her veins.
"This wine poisoned my mother," her voice cut through the auctioneer's introduction, low but clear, like a blade slicing through the air.
The auctioneer's face turned pale, and he took an instinctive step back: "Miss, what are you saying? This wine has been rigorously tested. It's perfectly safe."
"Safe?" she let out a cold laugh, her eyes flashing with mockery, "This wine contains deadly ochratoxin. It killed my mother, and now you're trying to sell it as a commodity?"
The crowd erupted into chaos, a mix of gasps and murmurs filling the room. The auctioneer's face turned even paler as he tried to restore order: "Miss, you must be mistaken..."
"Mistaken?" she suddenly burst into laughter, her voice tinged with madness, "I'm certainly not mistaken! This bottle of wine is my mother's relic, yet here you are, trying to sell it as a commodity. Have your consciences been eaten by dogs?"
With that, she lunged from the crowd, a sharp knife somehow in her hand. Without hesitation, she plunged the blade into the wine bottle, causing the liquid to splash out instantly. The eerie red liquid flowed over the auction table like blood.
"This bottle of wine must be destroyed!" Her voice was resolute, as if she were the embodiment of justice.
At that moment, a man in a black suit emerged from the crowd, a document in hand and a stern expression on his face: "Wait a moment, I'm Lucas Hawk, the executor of the will. According to the Clément family's will, this bottle of wine is not for sale. I have the right to terminate this auction."
Elena's gaze instantly shifted to Lucas, her eyes flickering with complex emotions. Lucas's eyes, in turn, scrutinized her, a hint of examination in them: "Who are you?"
"I am Elena Clément, daughter of the Clément family." Her voice was filled with a chilling anger, "This bottle of wine is my mother's relic, yet here you are, trying to sell it as a commodity. Have your consciences been eaten by dogs?"
Lucas frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Daughter of the Clément family? I'm afraid you're just an impostor. The true heir of the Clément family is long dead."
A flash of pain crossed Elena's eyes, but she quickly composed herself: "Whether I'm an impostor or not, you'll find out soon enough."
With that, she turned and left the auction house, leaving behind a chaotic crowd and a pensive Lucas.
