When the fireworks burst into bloom, Benjamin Jones had just finished his shower, and the lights in the room suddenly dimmed. Following a moment of discomfort, he saw the colorful fireworks outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Perhaps due to the angle, they looked more beautiful than before, but his mood was anything but.
He clearly understood what the fireworks signified.
Although Abigail had subtly rejected him today, she had not accepted Brandon Piers's proposal either. There still remained a sliver of hope in his heart, but now that hope was crushed into dust. All he could do was to bitterly smile and shake the wine in his glass, and then...
Benjamin Jones dialed his assistant's phone, "Go to Rose Valley tomorrow to inventory the wine I've collected, and then send a bill to Master Brandon."
After hanging up, Benjamin Jones downed half a glass of wine in one gulp.
