Noemi wrapped up her speech and started the wine thing portion.
“To keep things interesting, and since this is a wine tasting, I won’t reveal the names of these bottles just yet. I’ll unveil them at the right moment later. Anyone who guesses correctly gets a little prize.”
She stepped down from the stage.
Everyone started mingling, sampling the wines Noemi ad handpicked from France.
This was Miss Harrison’s homecoming party–they all ad to play along, even though nobody actually gave a damn about her little prizes.
While everyone was socializing with their glasses, Noci headed straight for Amelia in the corner.
Amelia got up and grabbed a fresh glass from a server
“Amelia.” Just as Amelia was smelling her wine, Noemi voice cut through.
Amelia looked up calmly, considered for a moment, then turned to face her.
“I wasn’t sure you’d actually show,” Noemi said with a mile. The gemstone necklace at her throat caught the light, making her look even more stunning.
Amelia didn’t respond, just waited for whatever was coming next.
“Take a guess,” Noemi said. “Which one of those wines over there is the bottle called ‘2“?”
“Nothing to guess about,” Amelia replied. “Everything here is from your premium collection.”
She paused, smiled slightly: “They’re all good wines.”
But Noemi’s eyes were ice cold.
“No. You’re going to guess,” she said, her tone hard as eel.
Amelia lifted her chin, meeting Noemi’s stare head on,
Noemi stepped closer, invading Amelia’s personal space
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“Andrea Visconti Got his finance master’s from II‘ at, then worked at a top Wall Street firm. Made the jump from analyst to managing director in just four yers. Came back to China at 28 with serious capital and became one of the country’s elite independent investors.”
Noemi’s voice was soft but cutting. Amelia kept her exession neutral, but her grip on the wine glass tightened slightly
“I heard from the old timers that New York’s power stcture was already locked in back then. The same
few families had controlled everything for decades.”
“Andrea Visconti was the only person who actually had a shot at breaking through that wall, reshaping the city’s landscape, becoming the fourth major player
“And he wasn’t from my grandfather’s generation–heas my father’s age. The power distribution had been set when my grandfather was coming up. For some young outsider to get that far was incredible.
Everyone said Andrea Visconti was brilliant–saw the whole world as his chessboard, had information
networks everywhere, especially gifted at psychological warfare,”
“But he still lost.”
Noemi smiled coldly, taking a sip of wine. “Died. Jumpet off a building, supposedly. Left behind a gorgeous wife and his only daughter.”
She looked directly at Amelia: “Sound familiar? Andre Visconti’s only daughter, Amelia.”
Amelia’s eyes dropped to her wine glass, watching the uber liquid swirl.
The glory days of her childhood–being called “Miss Visonti” had defined almost her entire youth.
Until it all fell apart.
She’d spent years wondering who was behind her father’s death.
Too many suspects. No way to know where to start
“Amelia, I thought you’d have inherited some of your ther’s brilliance. But I never imagined you’d turn out to be such a disappointment! Chasing fame and stapis, willing to put up with anything for an easy
life,”
Noemi’s voice dripped with contempt: “God, I hate people like you.”
Amelia closed her eyes briefly.
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“So if you hate me that much, why the sudden interest in me lately?” she said.
When she opened her eyes, they were completely calm
“Is this about Mathis? Or something else?”
“I do like him, but if you think this is just about jealous, you’re selling me short,” Noemi said.
“It’s a few things,” she continued, studying Amelia. “I spent years in France, and even now Andrea Visconti is still a legend in financial circles. So yeah, I’m curious. Fascinated, even.”
“But the real issue? I can’t stand watching someone like you–a total fake–get credit as some key player in Harrison Corp’s transformation! It’s insulting to me, to Nathan, to our entire family!”
“Harrison Corp made real breakthroughs, real innovations. That’s what changed everything. So why does everyone act like you were the secret ingredient? And you’re Nathan’s wife, but rumors about you and Mathis are everywhere. It’s disgusting!”
Amelia looked at Noemi for a long moment, reading the resentment in her eyes, then smiled slightly.
“I didn’t start those rumors,” she said simply. “And I’ve never claimed to be some crucial piece of
anything. I made that pretty clear to you at Moonlight Manor.”
Maybe Noemi didn’t get it yet–every gift from fate came with a hidden price tag.
You wanted something, you paid for it.
And sometimes the person involved couldn’t or wouldn’t pay what it cost.
Amelia had been Miss Visconti once too. She understood family pride.
But that didn’t give Noemi the right to dump all this shit on her.
“Is that what you told Nathan?” Noemi’s voice turned sharper.
Amelia didn’t answer.
She and Nathan rarely talked about France. The baby they’d lost was too painful for both of them.
“Tell me what really went down in France,” Noemi demanded.
“Why won’t anyone talk about it?”
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Her face was flushed with urgency: “I asked him–he said nothing. I asked Nathan–same thing.”
“And that wine.”
“Why call it Miss, with ‘Amelie‘ as the English name?”
Amelia met her gaze: “I don’t know anything about the wine. As for France… it was just ordinary drama. Not complicated, kind of pathetic actually. But it involves some of Mathis’s private business. You want to know? Ask him yourself.”
“I want you to tell me!” Noemi moved even closer, her chest heaving, the necklace catching the light.
Amelia sighed.
“He gets to decide what he tells you,” she said.
Looking back, that whole reckless gamble seemed like such young, stupid bullshit.
The guy wasn’t that spoiled, vicious kid anymore–he was running a financial empire now. No point pissing off someone that powerful.
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