Noah Boros walked over quickly and shook hands with Joseph Myers. "La Romanee-Conti, the best red wine in the world. I'll take this very seriously."
May Smith had already prepared a small glass of wine using the decanter. She handed the glass over to Noah Boros.
Tve seen Mr. Boros' wine tasting workshops on TV. I'm very impressed by your expertise in this field, and we would be very honored to see you in action." She announced with a smile.
Noah Boros took the wine and smiled. "You're being too nice.”
Joseph Myers began to get impatient. "Mr. Boros, please taste it. I want these ignorant thugs to know that they messed with the wrong crowd today!”
Noah Boros nodded as he swirled the wine around for a few moments.
After that, he closed his eyes and put the glass under his nose to get a whiff of its scent. A satisfied expression appeared on his face immediately.
He took a light sip from the glass and immediately looked enchanted by its taste.
He opened his eyes. "It's the unmistakable taste of La Romanee-Conti from 1990!" He exclaimed excitedly.
The moment Noah Boros said that Penny Smith's anxious expression turned to one of horror.
Miles Smith picked up the bottle, and printed on the bottle was a line in French proving that it was produced in 1990. "Wow! Mr. Boros is such a professional. This is indeed top-tier 1990 La Romanee-Conti."
May Smith grinned. "Well then, it seems that you have lost the bet, Nathan Cross."
Joseph Myers and company collectively turned their gazes towards Nathan Cross. "You've lost. Now eat the bottle, before I get my bodyguards to help you," sneered Joseph Myers.
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