Zein pov
"I'm telling you right now that real estate is a new oil money-making machine," Zarr said, hitting his hand on the table in a gleeful manner.
I stifled a smile, running my hands on the edges of the table before me while deliberating on his words.
I took my hands off the table and grabbed the glass cup before me. I brought up the glass cup closer to my lips and inhaled the fragrance of the wine.
"Melony wine?" I darted my gaze in his direction.
He took both thumbs in the air and snapped them. "You know how high my taste is," he paused, standing up, at the same time grabbing the bottle of wine on the table.
He remained quiet for a while, studying the content, then his lips curled into a beautiful curve.
"Melony wine, a hundred-year-old wine," he laughed ecstat
