Chapter 284 Switching Sides

Nathan issued that challenge, skeptical about the truth behind Daniel's claim that the bottles held

fifty-year-old vodka. However, he also knew that, if it was true, purchasing the bottles at two million

each could be a worthwhile investment since such aged vodka was incredibly rare. Properly

marketed, it could sell for at least three million per bottle.

Daniel turned to Brittany with a grin and requested, "Get me a glass!"

"Are you ordering me around again?"

"I'm trying to help you here. If you don't need my help, let’s forget about it. After all, this is your

grandpa's house, not mine. You're the one getting humiliated, not me."

Infuriated, Brittany pinched Daniel hard on the waist. "Jerk!" After cursing him, she stomped off to

fetch a glass.

"Get a clean glass, as transparent as possible. Better yet, wash it so we can see right through it and

examine the color of this fifty-year-old vodka properly."

"What a hassle!" Despite her complaint, Brittany did as instructed, knowing that the nature of the

vodka was pivotal to whether or not she'd be ridiculed — this was her battle with Emily, not Daniel's.

Slamming a sparkling clean glass on the table, Brittany then glared at Daniel threateningly. "I’ve got

your glass. If you can't prove that this vodka is fifty years old, I'm going to mess you up."

"Daytime or nighttime?" Daniel replied with a mischievous grin.

Flushed with anger and embarrassment, Brittany turned away. She decided to ignore the country

boy, as there was never any reasonable talk from him.

Daniel reached for the bottle, about to open it, when Nathan interjected.

"Buddy, if you open that bottle and it actually is fifty-year-old vodka, I won’t be able to buy it for two

million. The value comes from it being unopened. Once you open it, it loses value. Nobody will pay

for opened alcohol even if it’s genuine because of the suspicion that it might have been adulterated.

So, if you want to prove it’s fifty-year-old vodka, my advice is to not open it and find another way to

demonstrate its authenticity."

"Nathan, these two bottles of fifty-year-old vodka weren't meant for selling; they are meant as a

birthday gift for her grandpa to enjoy, not to be sold."

With that said, Daniel twisted off the cap with a pop. Just cracking it slightly unleashed a rich aroma

that instantly filled the air. Merely catching a whiff of the scent seemed to make everyone feel light-

headed.

Having dealt with vodka for decades, Nathan recognized its character better than anyone. As the

scent hit him, he knew right away what it was. "This is actually vodka? And it really does seem like

aged liquor."

That immediate conclusion from just a scent set alarm bells ringing for Emily. Nathan was her

husband's pick, why was he suddenly backing the country boy? She had to remind Nathan whose

side he was supposed to be on.

"Just because it's vodka doesn't mean it's fifty years old! Besides, you haven't even poured any out

yet. You're deciding it's vodka just based on its smell?" Emily asserted.

She knew she had to somehow guide Nathan back to supporting her and Mason’s side of the bet.