"And...," Mary wanted to explain Francis's identity. This guy's words did not represent Belland, nor did it represent her.

But Francis suddenly stood up and put his arm around Mary's waist.

"Oh!" Mary exclaimed and turned to dodge, but her waist seemed to be bound by an iron hand, and she could not dodge at all.

Francis said, "Dear, I didn't say that these are all fake wine. Maybe we can give Mabel a bottle and let her or her friends who know how to appreciate it take it back and have a taste. What do you think?"

Mabel smiled disdainfully. "Forget it. I'm not interested in fake wine."

Francis had already let go of Mary and took out a bottle of red wine from Bertrand Winery from the wine cabinet. "The work of master Alberto Anthony. It's a rich, dark purple color, with the taste of black fruits and caramel. The taste is pure and full, sweet but with a hint of acidity. It'll leave a lasting aftertaste. It's perfect for you."

Mabel was stared at by Francis's dark blue eyes, which were full of danger and evil. Under his deep, magnetic voice, she subconsciously took the bottle of red wine.

She felt a little red and her heart beat faster.

To be honest, she had always thought that Mary had found a handsome man.

This made her jealous.

Fortunately, the man was not good, which made Mabel feel some comfort.

But the man's appearance was too eye-catching, and today, Mabel found a different kind of man from the past.

Mysterious, casual, and full of danger.

This deeply attracted her.

She couldn't help but think that the person who threatened her with the photo was Belland.

"Oh, you're so thoughtful, Belland! Then I'll take it." Mabel came back to her senses and was happy that Francis had just praised her with red wine.

Mabel touched the wine bottle and began to size up the house that she had never entered before.

Mary glared at Francis. "What are you doing?"

Francis winked at her playfully, his voice so low that only Mary could hear him. "I don't think it's a wise decision for you to explain my identity to her now."

Mary was depressed. Of course, she couldn't tell Mabel who Francis was.

Otherwise, Mabel would definitely go out and say that she was having an affair with Belland's brother.

And Mabel would also be angry at Francis's teasing.

Mary just wanted to send Mabel away as soon as possible and get some peace and quiet.

She frowned and looked at the red wine in Mabel's hand. "You knew it was fake, why did you give it to her?"

Francis smiled wickedly and said something that Mary did not understand. "I just don't mind giving Belland some trouble."

What kind of trouble could a bottle of fake wine bring to Belland?

Mary did not understand. She just grumbled unhappily, "Well, there is a box of this wine in the basement anyway, but I hope you realize that you are a guest yourself. Don't give anything away again."

Mabel smiled and turned around. "Do you know, Mary, if this bottle of wine is real, it's worth at least 30,000 dollars on the market."

The corners of Mary's mouth twitched.

"Oh! Guess what I saw?" Mabel exclaimed in front of the coffee table in the living room.

Mabel reached out her delicate hand and picked up a watch from the table. "Is this a Patek Philippe Watch?"