Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 100 - 57: Let Alone a Tiny Home

"You guys at Winters Spirits already have the Greater Sinian Region distribution rights for ten famous whiskey and brandy brands, and it’s still not enough? Looks like Mr. Vaughn is forming a football team with this lineup?" The Number One Comedian continued to lighten the mood: "Even the goalkeeper position can’t be missed out? Could we be exaggerating a bit with Stark?"

"The way Mr. Sterling puts it, it does seem a bit exaggerated. Luckily, we’re representing a European powerhouse team composed of European players." With a smile as soothing as a spring breeze, Leo Vaughn responded to Gordon Sterling’s comment about the football team.

"What? Are you looking down on Lowe-Fairmont Tipples, representing Celestar in the World Cup? Seems like I need to consider switching to a more dedicated agent." Gordon Sterling always liked to take things to the extreme.

As long as Gordon Sterling is willing, everything is a minefield.

The National Heartthrob hadn’t even had a chance to save the situation before his own sister stabbed him in the back: "Switch! Definitely switch! The world may be vast, but only the Ambassador is qualified to represent the Master’s liquor."

She had long wanted to replace the chairman of Winters Spirits’ board with her own Winters Ambassador, echoing Gordon Sterling in a very unique way.

For some reason, the last time Artie Vaughn saw Gordon Sterling, he was incredibly scared, but this time, it seemed like there was no psychological burden.

"I don’t score own goals."

Though Artie had moved on, Gordon Sterling still held some resentment in his heart.

One unexpected incident after another seemingly began with the appearance of "The Wrestling Siren."

Initially, Gordon Sterling was also not fond of Summer Fairmont.

Once he learned Summer Fairmont’s true identity, he backed off.

He could argue against anything and anyone, even Artie Vaughn, but he dared not provoke the sister that the Jilted had not yet recognized.

Gordon Sterling understood his position in Sean Lowell’s heart.

Five years ago, he exploited the fact that Sean Lowell had been jilted fifty times, indirectly leading to Sean Lowell’s withdrawal from school.

Yet, back then, Sean Lowell never uttered a word against him.

Though his methods might have been a bit extreme, Sean Lowell knew Gordon Sterling meant no harm.

After eight years together, Sean Lowell rarely lost his temper around Gordon Sterling.

In fact, Sean Lowell seldom got angry with anyone.

Even towards Tina, he merely chose to keep his distance.

Whether it was a people-pleasing personality or Stockholm syndrome, in Sean Lowell’s view, these were his own issues.

He saw no reason and would not take out his anger on others.

But everyone has their trigger.

Sean Lowell’s trigger was his sister, Summer Lowell.

Summer Fairmont didn’t involve herself in the conversation between Gordon Sterling and the Vaughn Siblings; she nonchalantly checked Artie Vaughn, who had almost tripped, to ensure he wasn’t hurt.

Accustomed to falling, Artie Vaughn had long gained experience on how to protect himself.

The Wrestling Siren fearlessly wore ten-centimeter stiletto heels on a rough path, waiting for Sean Lowell to come by today.

Standing at a natural height of 172 cm, Artie Vaughn rarely wore high heels in outdoor settings, and when he did, they were never this high and slender.

After finishing her inspection, Summer Fairmont looked up and thanked Sean Lowell.

Then, she helped Artie Vaughn navigate the uneven path.

Sean Lowell hadn’t even had a chance to say "you’re welcome" before Summer Fairmont had already turned away.

The Winters Ambassador was led away, half-turning regretfully as he left Master Sean Lowell’s side.

Artie Vaughn, walking along without watching where he was going, felt incredibly secure and was unaware that his next step would land on a smooth, round pebble. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

In a flash, faster than lightning, Summer Fairmont kicked the rock away at the very second Artie Vaughn was about to sprain his foot for the second time in a minute, just as it was about to meet the heel of The Devilish Lolita’s shoe.

Summer Fairmont remained expressionless and silent, simply and quietly clearing the muddy path for Artie Vaughn.

Leo Vaughn, preempted by Summer Fairmont, watched in a daze as Artie Vaughn and Summer Fairmont’s silhouettes disappeared in the distance.

In the past five years, he, as a brother, hadn’t been this attentive in taking care of Artie Vaughn.

Compared to him, the National Heartthrob who appeared only once a year, Artie Vaughn truly had a National Bestie by his side.

Unlike Leo Vaughn’s distraction, the serene Master Sean Lowell felt waves of emotion inside.

Seeing Summer Lowell, the suffocating feeling that had always existed in Sean Lowell’s heart vanished.

He no longer had any leftover energy to focus on himself.