Andrew stepped into the upscale private dining room, placed his order, and waited for the food to arrive. He had been running around all day, and the Phelan family had not even offered him a sip of water.

By the time he sat down, he was starving. So, he could not care less about his image and dug right in.

Aspen hesitated, then said shyly, "Hey, do you want to have a drink? You know, to celebrate?"

Andrew looked up at her. "Drinks? What are we celebrating?"

"Celebrating our company's launch," Aspen said with a slight nod.

Andrew chuckled. "Sure, let's open a bottle then. But I gotta say, you've changed since moving to Blumedale. Never thought you'd be into these fancy little celebrations."

Aspen blushed, which was rare for her. "I just feel like… you're this big-time CEO managing billions in assets. It'd be a shame not to mark the occasion."

So, they ordered a bottle of wine. Or at least tried to—an '82 vintage wine, to be specific. However, those legendary vintages had