Chapter 334


    Chapter 334 A Different Style


    Upon returning, Jean took a shower and received a call from an overseas client. Exiting onto the


    balcony, he talked to the other party in a low tone.


    Midway through their exchange, he noticed the solitary figure of the woman across from him, indulging


    in her


    drink.


    Initially, Neera had not noticed him, consumed by her thoughts as she sipped on her drink.


    Once her ss was empty, she moved to refill it, intending to continue, when her gaze locked with the


    familiar figure in the distance. Instantly, her movements stilled, as if caught red–handed in some guilty


    act.


    Over yonder, Jean raised an eyebrow, concluding his call in a few brief sentences.


    With a few deft taps of his fingers, he called Neera.


    Drawing her thoughts back to the present, Neera nced at her phone’s caller ID, could not help but


    chuckle, and answered the call.


    The man’s resonant voice resonated promptly, “Why are you drinking all of a sudden?”


    Neera quirked an eyebrow in response, remarking, “Drinking helps you sleep better.”


    Jean replied, “In that case,e over. I’ll treat you to a drink.”


    Neera asked nonchntly, “Do you have any good wine? If not, I’ll pass.”


    Jean’s lips curled upwards, his voice reminiscent of a cello’s deep melody, both sweet and seductive, “I


    have a vast selection. You can choose.”


    As the head of the Beauvort family, he indulged in only the finest food and drink, so subpar wine was


    out of the question.


    Considering her inability to fall asleep regardless, Neera concluded she had nothing to lose. With a


    simple response, she said, “Wait for me.”


    Wrapping herself in a coat, she made her way to the neighboring residence.


    Jean waited for her arrival in the living room.


    “We’ve known each other for quite a while, and I’ve been to your ce multiple times, yet I’ve never


    seen any wine here,” Neera asked with curiosity as she stepped inside.


    Following her bath, she did not tie her hair, allowing her long, sleek ck hair to cascade down her


    back. A few strands lightly brushed against her shoulders, lending her a different kind of casual


    elegancepared to her usual capable demeanor, exuding a touch ofziness that only enhanced


    her beauty.


    Jean’s obsidian eyes bore depth, and he responded in a soft tone, “Of course, we keep good wine.”


    Amused by his words, Neeraughed, perhaps fueled by the alcohol, her eyes slightly reddened at the


    corners. Her smile possessed a beguiling and yful quality.


    Observing her, Jean smirked, his gaze grew a shade darker.


    Hoping he had not noticed, Neera maintained a rxed demeanor and continued to converse casually,


    “Is that so? Then I must see for myself.”


    Jean’s voice dropped even lower, “I won’t disappoint you.”


    With that, he led her to his wine cer.


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    While Neera had suspected there was a wine cer within his home, she was unprepared for the sheer


    magnitude of it.


    The cer had been professionally designed, with intelligent temperature controls to ensure the


    preservation of the wines‘ quality. Moreover, the collection housed within wasprised exclusively of


    expensive wines.


    Champagne, wines, brandies, and more, the variety was extensive. Some of the bottles were of


    considerable age, rare, and precious beyond measure.


    Guiding her through the expansive wine racks, Jean’s tone was nonchnt as he remarked, “Feel free


    to choose whatever you like, take


    any bottle


    you desire.‘


    The wines here were valued at least in the hundreds of thousands per bottle, with some even reaching


    millions. His words made it sound as though he was casually picking out vegetables.


    Neera was utterly astonished. “People would think you own a winery.”


    Jean maintained hisposed demeanor and responded casually, “The Beauvort family possesses


    several wineries in Francia.”


    Neera was stunned.


    No wonder!


    Now that she thought about it,pared to the scale of the Beauvort family’s wineries, her family’s


    winery was like a drop in the ocean.


    The legendary term “inhuman wealth” likely applied to people like him…


    Despite the array of exquisite wines before her, Neera decided to keep her intake in check as she was


    not an alcoholic. So, she settled on selecting a bottle of red wine.


    “That’s it. We shouldn’t overdo it tonight. Drinking too much alcohol isn’t good for your health. A


    moderate amount is just right.”


    Jean nodded in agreement, “Yeah.”