Quinton smiled faintly, waving his hand: “Ah, it’s nothing, just a few bottles of wine. You know, we run a company, so we deal with clients a lot. We understand wine well. Top Musigny wine from Domaine Leroy, thirty thousand isn’t expensive."
Hearing this, Jordan’s eyes widened. Quinton had once pursued her.
Back then, she was young and didn’t understand men, so she hadn’t accepted him.
Now, she regretted it deeply, thinking of ways to get closer to Quinton.
Unconsciously, she glanced at Alexander. The gap between them was too wide.
She suddenly remembered that Alexander had also said he owned a*****e, but she didn’t believe it was true, making her look down on him even more.
At that moment, the door to the private room opened.
Boris walked in, holding a few bottles of fine wine, sm
