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Martin nodded.
Mabel’s expression turned weird. She thought, Oh my god, this bottle of wine was a gift from Mary and her husband. It’s a fake bottle of high-class goods! How embarrassing it would be for Martin if he was exposed in public!
Horatio had already stood up and quickly walked to the table to pick up the bottle of wine. Holding it in his hands, he said, “It really is the work of master Andre Benoit! Look, this is his portrait!”
He brought the wine bottle back, turning the side with the portrait to the crowd.
Some people noticed Martin’s expression. It was obvious that even Martin himself did not know the value of this bottle of wine. They could not help but ask Horatio, “Is it possible that it’s an imitation?”
Horatio immediately smiled. He picked up the lighter on the table, “All of master Andre’s works have his personal portrait. The logo of this portrait is made of a special material. When it encounters heat, it will not melt but instead turn golden. Once it leaves the heat source, it will immediately return to its original state. Let’s see.”
As he spoke, he was ready to light the fire.
Mabel’s face was stiff, but she currently had no status at this table, and she could not speak up to stop Andre from igniting the flame.
It’s going to be exposed, Mabel thought.
Martin was still confused at this moment. He could also see that this bottle of wine was not the one he asked Mabel to send to Mary’s house.
He gave Mabel a look, wanting to ask her what was going on.
At this time, Horatio had lit the flame, bringing it close to the portrait.
Mabel sat up stiffly. She knew clearly that if the sign did not change as Horatio had said, then Horatio would be angry.
After all, he had said in front of everyone that this bottle of wine was the work of master Andre, and he had always been proud of his ability to differentiate wine.
Ultimately, this would reveal that Martin’s bottle of wine was fake, implying that he had intended to use fake wine to fool the distinguished guests at today’s banquet!
It would also be akin to slapping Horatio’s face!
Whoosh!
The flames hit the silver symbol.
Everyone’s eyes were wide open, anticipating the changes on the bottle.
The next moment, the silver old man’s head suddenly turned golden, rather than being melted by the flames.
“It changed!”
“It really is one of Andre’s works! A real masterpiece!”
Horatio’s face also flushed red in excitement. “This bottle of wine is worth tens of thousands of dollars on the market, and it’s hard to get the opportunity to buy it! Martin, how did you get this bottle of wine? It must be through a very reliable channel, please, introduce it to me!”
Martin’s face flushed. Although he wanted to take the opportunity to brag, the truth was that he didn’t know what was going on with this wine!
How could he introduce any channel to Horatio?
He looked at Mabel helplessly.
Mabel was also extremely shocked. This bottle of wine was clearly the one she brought over from Mary’s house. It was supposedly a fake wine that Mary’s poor husband, Belland, had bought to decorate their wine cabinet.
How could it be a real, high-end wine that was made by the very master Andre Benoit of Mordan Valiant Winery?
Under Horley’s eager and expectant gaze, Mabel had to stand up and admit, “I’m sorry, Mr. Pat, I brought this bottle of wine. As for its origin, well, it was in fact given to me by a relative.”
Mabel didn’t know what to say.
Horatio was surprised. He knew that this lady was Martin’s female companion and also a woman who hoped to enter the fashion industry through him.
He had never paid any attention to Mabel before.
Now, when she suddenly said that she was the one who brought this bottle of wine, it forced Horatio to re-evaluate her.
“I believe that your relative must be a powerful figure. As far as I know, this bottle of wine is already out of production in the market. The people who can collect it are not ordinary people, am I right?” Horatio said with a smile.
Mabel’s expression became odd. “Well… Mr. Pat, the truth is, my relative is just an ordinary office worker.”
Horatio was stunned for a moment, before smiling and remarking, “This lady is really modest.”
Everyone laughed in support.
Mabel returned to her seat under Martin’s signal, but her mind seemed to have turned to mush.
What?
This was actually a real bottle of top-grade wine?
A wine that was worth tens of thousands of dollars at the minimum?
Was it really a gift from Belland and Mary?
The handsome but poor Belland?
Mabel found this unbelievable, even a little incomprehensible. Until now, she firmly believed that there must be some mistake.