Just then, there was a gentle knock on the private room door, and the hotel owner himself walked in, carrying two bottles of red wine. He was dressed in a custom-made suit and had a respectful demeanor. His eyes immediately fell on Clara, a flicker of confirmation in his eyes. He had seen this young lady from a distance a few years ago when the Bennett family was inspecting one of their hotels. Although she was wearing sunglasses at the time, he had a vague memory of her demeanor and features.
"Miss," the boss put the red wine on the table and said in a gentle tone, "This is the 1982 Lafite that our hotel has collected. We specially send it to you for tasting." As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Clara, indicating that he would not reveal her identity.
Clara's heart moved slightly, and she nodded gently: "Thank you."