Artie used a minimalist glass bottle with a perfectly sized cork, turned it upside down for a moment, saw that no whiskey dripped out, and hurried back from Scotland.
To say that such whiskey with neither inner nor outer packaging couldn't withstand Artie's aggressive triple-stage disinfection is quite understandable.
Mixing disinfectant into whiskey, well, if that's not a plan for murder, even the Wine Winters Ambassador wouldn't believe it.
If Sean Lowell maintained his usual calm demeanor, without explanations or concealment, Artie would surely still be on a relentless quest for petty revenge for Summer.
In that case, Artie would definitely still be mad, but perhaps not this heartbroken.
The Nation's Gentleman understands his sister very well. With Artie's quirky and mischievous personality, once she gets her anger out, nothing remains a problem.
The fear is The Pouting Siren getting angry at herself.
Leo tried comforting her for ages, but it didn't seem to help. He was quite distressed: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, and didn't we just successfully handle the situation together? Please stop crying, okay?"
"Why is it that even when I tried so hard, I still turned into a teammate as useless as a pig? I claimed to be the Wine Winters Ambassador to Summer when clearly, I'm a harbinger of doom." Artie's self-reproach grew deeper.
The Devilish Lolita's tears streamed down her face like a broken dam, even making the furious Gordo lose his temper: "Do you know what's most important about a useless teammate? It's the 'pig' part! And what's most important about a pig? Being 'fat'! Do you have this expensive quality?"
Gordon Sterling confidently showed off his perfect body, which surpassed a 36D...
Isn't it just a slightly bad temper and being a little skinny adding up to these two flaws?
Is that really worth crying over like this?
As a best friend to both women and girls, Gordon Sterling couldn't stand seeing girls cry.
The top comedian putting on a serious and funny act was irresistible to anyone.
Artie was no exception and broke into a laugh through her tears.
But her smile lasted less than half a second.
A harbinger of doom Wine Winters Ambassador, and she still has the nerve to laugh!
Isn't repentance sweet? Isn't crying beautiful?
An infamous sinner is not worthy of even a second of joy.
Thinking of this, Artie cried even harder. She truly felt she was the worst best friend in the world, bar none.
"Crying won't solve the problem, not crying might." Sean Lowell spoke.
Serene and elegant, without a hint of emotion.
Yet it became Artie's greatest comfort: "How should I solve it?"
Why did this feel so familiar?
"If you let Summer Fairmont personally bring a bottle of untainted whiskey, I'll hold a special live stream for her whiskey." This was Sean's proposed solution.
Before Artie could react, Gordon Sterling exploded: "Are you messing with me?"
The Jilted only appears once a year in the public eye, a convention from the very beginning.
After the first Celestar Spirits Annual Top100 event was a resounding success, Gordon had persuaded Sean to make more appearances.
Sean outright refused, and Elder Ford advised Gordon not to push too hard.
Initially, Gordon felt discouraged, but gradually Gordo realized that once a year was the perfect frequency.
The Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet once a year to be historically remembered; if it happened every few weeks, what would that be?
The well-executed "once a year" frequency would be disrupted if he opened this door, and from then on, Gordon would no longer be able to block requests.
In business, there are many things beyond one's control.
Either be resolute and give face to no one.
Or, give face to many.
Besides, Sean just finished this year's Celestar Spirits Top100 tasting event.
Even if he was to make an appearance, it should be a few months later; why open a live stream just for personally bringing a bottle?
"Whose live stream is this, anyway? Oh dear!" Gordon disagreed.
"This is my decision." Sean said, then sat in the waiting GMC Business Star.
He felt a bit uncomfortable, unsure if it was because he hadn't sobered up from the alcohol or if his head was still wet.
In the five years of running Lowe-Fairmont Tipples Fashionable Spirits Co., Ltd. with Sean, Gordon had never encountered a decision made by Sean himself.
The company's employees always saw Gordon, never Sean.
While everyone knew Sean was the soul of Lowe-Fairmont Tipples, few knew he was actually the major shareholder.
Sean had never exercised his shareholder decision-making power, almost making Gordon forget.
At first, Gordon was stunned in anger, then burst into laughter until his fat cheeks squeezed his eyes shut.
Sean never concerned himself with the company, leaving Gordon feeling both trusted and a bit helpless.
As if he owned the company alone.
Now, suddenly, Sean had a decision he wanted to make.
Though this decision could bring many troubles to Gordon, more importantly, it brought delight.
Gordon quickly started strategizing with his business-savvy brain: "After making this decision, could you also attend the Lowe-Fairmont launch in three days?"
...............
Finally reacting, Artie excitedly licked the tears that had fallen to the corner of her mouth.
Salty!
They say you have no taste in a dream, so now it's real!
Artie called Summer, and Summer answered!
"Summer, I've fallen for this guy. He's uniquely talented, eminently different. He's serene yet calming, unshakable in the face of change. His voice resonates like a heron, echoing across the fields. He is my ideal type."
"..."