Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Every servant greeted her with a warm smile, “Merry Christmas Eve.”
Mirabella wished them the same.”Ms. Bella, you’re up so early.”
The heating inside was ample, and May, dressed in light clothing, ran up to her.
“They haven’t woken up yet. Mr. Sampson instructed that if you’re up first, you should have breakfast.
I’ll take you there.”
“You’re up this early too.”
“Mr. Sampson has plans for today. We all have to prepare early.’ May didn’t reveal what the day had in store. She wanted to surprise Bella.
After breakfast, Mirabella followed May to the wine cellar to choose the wine for the evening.
Mirabella hadn’t visited this place when she toured her uncle’s house the day before. Now, when she entered the cellar, her gaze was instantly drawn to the wines on the shelves.
“Mr. Sampson has a special affection for wines. He has several cellars, and this one houses his favorites. Each bottle on the shelf has a number. Ms. Bella, which wine would you like to have tonight?”
Each cellar was fitted with a centralized air conditioning system to monitor the temperature and humidity. The lighting was strictly controlled. Every bottle stored here was wrapped in paper and neatly arranged on the shelves.
When Mirabella arrived, there were security personnel patrolling, with fire extinguishers, smoke detectors, and surveillance cameras scattered about. It was clear that her uncle held these wines in high regard.
The security here might outrun that of a bank vault.
May chuckled to Mirabella, “This wine cellar alone is comparable to a small bank vault. I heard from the cellar keeper that the worth of just a few of these bottles would be enough to buy a villa.”
Mirabella wasn’t particularly fond of wine, but, influenced greatly by her grandfather since childhood, she knew good wine when she saw it and had an eye for quality.
“Let’s take these two,’ Mirabella said, pointing at two bottles. May immediately had them brought over.
“Ms. Bella, could wine be considered a form of investment, its value appreciating over time?” May asked, curious.
“Fine wine appreciates quite rapidly.”
“No wonder there are so many members under Mr. Sampson’s vineyard. They’re all collectors. After buying the wine, they store it in Mr. Sampsor’s cellar. These members have personal wine racks engraved with their names, each bottle of wine has a number. If they want to retrieve their wine one day, there are people who will deliver it to them”
“Do you like wine?” Mirabella asked.
“I’ve been allergic to alcohol since I was a kid. But I admire Mr. Sampson’s business acumen. Being around him has really broadened my horizons.”
They chatted away. After getting the wine, Kenneth, Louisa, and Sampson had already gotten up and finished breakfast.”Bella, can you ski?” Sampson asked, visibly excited upon seeing her.
“I can a little”
“Great! It’s snowing today, let’s go skiing.” Sampson had the vehicles prepared, and the group set off with great momentum.
In this country, Sampson owned multiple ski resorts. The largest and most scenic one was the Ski Resort.
The mountain there looked like a ram’s horn.
There, the beautiful snow lines allowed skiers to overlaok the distant snow-covered villages, a true feast for the eyes.
The snow there was excellent, large and dense, soft and fine. The snow on the ground was pillowy, attracting many wealthy people.
The key was that the skiing here was very smooth, even if you fell, it didn’t hurt.
When Mirabella first arrived at the ski resort, a group of staff came to greet her.
“This is my dear niece. From now on, whenever she comes, notify me immediately and take good care of her!”
Mirabella responded with a smile.
Sampson had brand new skiing gear brought over.
Since those who came here were either rich or noble, there were not as many tourists as in ordinary ski resorts.Each skier could even enjoy a ski track all to themselves, making the experience quite enjoyable.
Mirabella changed into her gear and went skiing. Sampson watched her fiqure from a distance, couldn’t resist taking out his cell phone to snap a few photos of her.
“This kid seems to be able to do anything,’ Sampson said to his sister beside him.
“She can do a lot more. Kenneth and I are going to play over there, you should relax a bit too.”
Sampson asked the staff to keep an eye on Mirabella and to attend to her needs immediately if necessary.
Mirabella slid down the high snow track, snow splashing around her like waves. It had been a long time since she had had so much fun.
At the same time, a foreign man sitting in the cable car, looking at the imposing Romeo in front of him, was at a loss for words.
The outside world was covered in snow, yet he was so nervous that he wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Originally, the one who was supposed to negotiate with their group was a business manager from the Lidaria Branch under McMllian Corporation.
But now, with Romeo personally stepping in, he was so scared that he couldn’t utter a single word.
He didn’t understand why Romeo would personally negotiate with him. Was it because the benefits he proposed were too small, or was there another reason?
Because he couldn’t figure it out, he was uneasy for a while.
At that moment, he inadvertently caught Romeo’s gaze, which was fixed on a girl skiing below.
The girl was clearly a pro on the slopes, her moves agile and graceful. An idea popped into Elgin’s head.
“Mr. McMillian, I know almost everyone who comes to this ski resort. That girl down there, I can find out who she is and have someone send the information to your room. How about it?”
Upon hearing this, Romeo, who had been watching the girl with a gentle gaze, suddenly turned cold.
Elgin quickly corrected himself, “No, no, no, what I mean is, I can introduce you.”
“Do you think I need your introduction?”
“No, no, I misspoke. With your charisma, you can certainly win her over.”
The atmosphere cooled once again.
Elgin was at a loss for what topic to bring up next. Ever since they came to this ski resort, Mr. McMillian hadn’t said much.
He couldn’t figure out what Mr. McMillian was thinking.
He treaded carefully, trying to think of the next topic.
“Mr. MeMillian, “Shut up.”
All Romeo wanted was to quietly watch Mirabella ski.
Mirabella reached the bottom of the slope and suddenly felt a gaze on her. She looked up and saw Romeo!Mirabella pulled out her phone from her pocket and called him, “What brings you here?”
“Just talking business with a partner. Didn’t expect this coincidence.”
At that moment, the ski lift stopped. Romeo got off and strode towards her, while Elgin cautiously followed behind him like a lackey.
Mirabella glanced at Elgin before Romeo swept her into his arms.
“Merry Christmas Eve.”
Romeo dipped his head and gave her a kiss, confirming Mirabella’s suspicion. This guy was here to spend the holiday with her. Business talk and partners were just excuses.
Elgin was taken aback seeing Mr. McMillian move so fast, spotting his prey and immediately sweeping her into his arms. The progress was too swift.
Wasr’t it rurnored that Mr. McMillian was indifferent to wornen?
“Elgin.”
Hearing Romeo call him, Elgin hurriedly stepped forward.
Romeo still held Mirabella, his gaze fixed on the girl in his arms, “This is my business partner.”
“Nice to meet you, Merry Christmas Eve.” Elgin cautiously extended his hand, intending to shake Mirabella’s hand in a friendly gesture.
But a glance from Romeo made him retract his hand.
God, the big boss’s gaze was too intimidating, and his mood was so unpredictable.“So you really are here for business.” Mirabella said with interest, her tone teasing.
Perhaps afraid she would feel awkward, Romeo emphasized, “Just for a bit.”
Knowing she was with her uncle’s family and had to spend time with them and this was their first Christmas Eve together, Romeo didn’t want to take up too much of her time.
“Just for a short while.” Romeo’s gaze was hopeful.
“Okay: Mirabella agreed, considering the lengths he had gone to be here, “I’ll see how things go and let you know in advance.”
Romeo, pleased, leaned down and kissed her again.