Artie turned to look at the screen streaming Sean Lowell writing a review report.
Then, she saw that the hall-of-fame level wine taster, who had never written a negative review for any wine, penned four characters on the board——'Murder and Money.'
Are you kidding me?
And that's not all!
Sean Lowell, who'd never spoken a word during tastings, only writing and keeping his noble silence, suddenly spoke into the microphone that had been just a prop for four years in the soundproof glass room, enunciating those same four words: "Murder and Money."
Without even having tasted a drop or sniffed a whiff, he rinsed his mouth twice with strong tea, uncharacteristically stimulated to speak.
Gordon Sterling's livestream fans were buzzing:
[Finally heard the otherworldly voice of Sean Lowell! My life is complete from this moment on.]
[Is it the first time you've all heard The Jilted speak, like me?!!!!!!]
[Sisters, don't beat me up! I always thought our beloved, heartbroken The Jilted had a language disorder. But his voice is heavenly!じòぴé]
Gordon Sterling strongly protested: "Have your consciences been moved by ants? Sean Lowell's duck-like voice better than mine? Aren't you misunderstanding what heavenly voice means? It's not right to keep writing the wrong characters all day!"
[Oh-la-oh-la, our Gordo's really ugly but has a truly nice voice!]
[∑(っ°Д°;)っ Haven't you noticed you've missed the point? The point isn't whose voice sounds better, but that The Jilted actually wrote a negative review on wine! Just how awful is this wine to poison even the always-noble Sean Lowell like this?]
Once the fans finally got the point, Artie finally snapped out of her incredulous shock.
The Celestar Baijiu Annual Top100 list, from its first edition five years ago to the current fifth, had always been presided over by Sean Lowell alone.
Although Sean Lowell would swiftly eliminate 90% of the wines each year, he never spoke ill of any wine.
Even when encountering brand representatives who deliberately used other wines from Citadel Maotai to mimic Maotai, or intentionally adjusted alcohol content after arriving, or falsely reported the vintage year, or such connivance.
Sean Lowell would merely record his tasting opinion and wouldn't make any emotion-laden comments.
Artie, being new there, didn't know that Sean Lowell was currently cut off from the external world.
If that can be tolerated, what can't? Leo Vaughn could tolerate, but Artie couldn't.
The Devilish Lolita strode in a fury to pull open the soundproof glass room's electric door.
After several pulls, it wouldn't budge.
In a burst of anger, Artie put the pink diamond skull microphone on the floor, stood up in a taekwondo stance, declaring to the onlookers that she was ready to kick down the door.
As her foot lifted halfway, Artie noticed the PLANETAVA ten-inch suede high-heeled red-bottom shoes she'd bought new at the airport yesterday.
She suddenly realized that her outfit today might, just maybe, not be entirely suitable for a door-kicking action.
The Devilish Lolita's furious yet cutely fierce demeanor left the brand representatives on site struggling to find appropriate expressions.
The bewildered 'live audience' corresponded to Artie's slightly awkward stance and actions.
Her attire was wrong, and so was the occasion.
"Thanks to Winters Spirits' Ambassador for her fantastic impromptu rescue performance. My twin sister, truly a show-stopper whenever she makes a move. Next time when you mention entering showbiz, I certainly won't stop you."
Leo Vaughn paused the video that introed with the Scotland Highlands scenery, picked up the microphone Artie had dropped to the floor, and pulled her into his embrace with one hand.
Artie murmured softly: "When did I say I wanted to enter showbiz."
With the microphone in Leo's hand and his arm around her, Artie's voice and face, still slightly embarrassed amidst her fierce cuteness, were something only her brother Leo could perceive.
Leo did not respond to Artie, but instead continued speaking directly into the microphone: "The director just told me the video backup for Factory Number 22 is ready, and with that, the impromptu rescue performance of the Ambassador is concluded."
Having said that, Leo started clapping for Artie.
There was a brief silence on site before applause started, sporadic at first, then more enthusiastic.
The brand representatives, some experienced a moment of enlightenment, while others remained skeptical.
The impromptu rescue performance by the Wine Winters Ambassador was truly... as arty as her name implied, as artsy as can be.
But was it a bit too cooperative for someone like Sean Lowell, who hadn't spoken a word in the previous four annual Celestar Baijiu Top100 events?
The live spectacle was indeed quite startling.
Just what kind of awful wine had the Ambassador presented to Sean Lowell, that caused the always emotionless chief taster to write 'Murder and Money,' and find it not enough?
What kind of wine might it have been to stimulate the 'speech-impaired' Sean Lowell into speaking?
Where can you buy this wine?
Meanwhile, others questioned why there was pre-recorded video for Artie's stand-in performance suddenly on hand.
Wasn't it supposed to talk about the distribution of the Scotland Northern Highlands distillery, and some family's wine right after?
Some seasoned onlookers tried to measure Artie's expressions for clues.
Approaching adorably close to Leo's shiny pink diamond skull microphone, Artie said: "Brother, you said it yourself! You'll never ever object anymore, right? I'll mark it down in my little notebook! Factory representatives present, you can testify for me."
Artie took the opportunity, with a playful tone, descending the stage Leo had offered her.
The Devilish Lolita, though fond of making a scene, was aware that what her brother was doing was the real saving grace.
Earlier, she was in a daze, irritated by preparing a day and a night for the distillery introduction, only to face being left for dead by those four characters, "Murder and Money."
Just yesterday, she had confidently assured her best friend Summer Fairmont: "Summer, rest a hundred hearts, oh, I will definitely help elevate the Brunschwig Family whiskey to sky-high, earth-shattering levels."
The echo was still lingering when Artie already felt the sting of a resounding slap to her face.
Without her brother Leo's decisive intervention in the emergency, directly cutting off the video, it would have equated to dooming Summer Fairmont's family whiskey.