Chapter 215 What's He Throwing a Fit About Now

Halfway through the banquet, there was a sudden and strange shift in the atmosphere. A waiter carried a tray with several glasses of full-bodied red wine, politely offering them to the guests. When the waiter stopped in front of Nancy and was about to hand her a glass, Seth stepped forward, blocking him gently. "She doesn't like dry reds." He turned to the waiter with a perfectly measured smile. His voice wasn't loud, yet Sebastian heard every word clearly. "Please get her a glass of white wine. Chardonnay will do." Nancy was taken aback for a moment before a smile formed on her lips. "I didn't expect you to still remember after all this time, Seth." Right after she said that, she felt the air around her turn colder. Sebastian's hand, which was resting by his side, clenched tightly. Chardonnay. He didn't even know what type of wine she liked. But Seth remembered so clearly. A one-billion-dollar investment could buy respect and entry to the dinner, but it couldn't buy memories