Chapter 58 Keith, Where Are You?

• Keith lazily leaned back on the high stool, lightly spinning the glass of red wine in his hand, seemingly satisfied as he watched the crimson liquid inside the glass.
• This was a vintage from an Italian winery that his assistant always carried with him. It was worth a hundred thousand dollars a bottle and was priceless. The annual production was only a thousand bottles.
• Only someone like Keith could casually carry such an expensive wine and use it as a stress reliever.