CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 29: STATUS—THOSE TWO LUXURIOUS WORDS (PART 2)

Master Sean Lowell tried to persuade Gordon Sterling slowly, a habit he had cultivated over the past five years: "Whether it’s changing the environment or the testing instruments, it’s possible to affect the final sensitivity test results, don’t you think?"

"..."

Gordon Sterling was "a little bit" persuaded by Sean Lowell.

Sean Lowell continued his efforts: "Tomorrow I’m going to try a brand-new category of spirits, and I’ll test my sensitivity to alcohol and other compounds during the actual tasting."

"..."

Gordon Sterling was "twice as persuaded" by Sean Lowell.

Looking at the rare silent Gordon Sterling, Sean Lowell quickly made a decisive decision: "If there are no problems, then we’re all happy, but if there is an issue, we might need to consult an expert."

"..."

Gordon Sterling was "three times as persuaded" by Sean Lowell.

"You also know that my condition cannot be detected by ordinary tests," The Jilted concluded.

Sean Lowell stopped talking, waiting for Gordon Sterling’s response.

"Let’s talk when your fever’s gone."

Gordo was unexpectedly persuaded.

The ideal situation, of course, is for The Divine Palate to neither catch a cold nor have a fever.

But if a fever has already occurred, or harm has been done.

Even staying in the hospital won’t help.

The presence of The Divine Palate is an excellent research subject for doctors in the ENT and dental departments.

But when it comes to treatments, no doctor would think Sean Lowell has a "disease."

Not to mention if there is only a slight chance of a change; even if Master Sean Lowell’s sense of smell and taste is halved due to the fever, it would still be tremendously better than an average person.

The saying "concern brings chaos" holds true.

Gordon Sterling’s recent behavior and choices perfectly embody this idiom.

"Thanks."

Sean Lowell’s tone and expression were so sincere that Gordon Sterling felt slightly frustrated.

"Why are you thanking me? Stop with the thanking."

Sean Lowell, well aware of Gordon Sterling’s verbal style, decided not to use polite words to provoke him further and instead switched to explaining the situation: "I feel like my fever has subsided."

"What good is it that you feel? I don’t care what you feel; I care about what I feel!" Gordon Sterling’s imposing manner matched his weight.

A "shy body" of three hundred and forty pounds isn’t something just anyone can accept willingly.

"Would it be possible to have Dr. Walsh send over a nurse to check the temperature again?" Leo Vaughn asked William Walsh, also seeking input from Gordon Sterling and Sean Lowell with his gaze.

William Walsh helped ring the bell to call the nurse, while Nation’s Gentleman continued to address what needed to be handled next:

"If Master Sean Lowell is discharged now, shouldn’t he take Summer Fairmont’s whiskey as well? The liquor seems to be in my car; my sister took it away when she just left. I can fetch it from home later and have the driver send it over to you. Is that too late? Or should I give it to you tomorrow morning?"

Leo Vaughn pondered potential scenarios and offered several solutions.

The literary mishap was something Leo Vaughn absolutely didn’t want to occur again.

Not only because he’s a doting sibling.

Even as merely a partner at the Lowe-Fairmont Tipples launch event, Leo Vaughn wanted everything to go smoothly tomorrow.

"Why go to so much trouble? Your sister was dropped off by your driver, right? Then come with me in the car, and I’ll drop you off to see your sister on the way—make it easy for you, huh?" Gordon Sterling, still feeling "indiscriminately" displeased, chimed in.

When the top social media influencer was displeased, his words could carry a strong punch, even without profanity.

Thus, Gordon Sterling’s driver transported Gordo, The Jilted, Nation’s Gentleman, and arrived at Leo Vaughn’s home.

Originally, the whiskey awaiting tasting could be handed over in a minute, but it turned into a hassle because Summer Fairmont was asleep.

Artie Vaughn tiptoed inside and opened Summer’s bag, discovering unexpectedly two bottles of whiskey inside.

The Pouting Siren was suddenly unsure of what to do.

Summer Fairmont hadn’t woken up, and Artie couldn’t bear to wake her.

But leaving Master Sean Lowell, still ill, sitting in a car waiting for Summer to wake up, even if Artie agreed, fellow Dump Me Alliance member Talia Tate certainly would not.

"WOW! This is amazing! Today is simply a flawless day. I’ve just met Summer Darling and here comes the Master of Brewing whom I never miss in any of my videos." Talia Tate was slightly excited.

The leading man in the videos for five years suddenly appeared before her; the feeling of a dream coming true was hard to stay indifferent to.

"The world is quite strange, isn’t it? Why do attractive people look so alike? I actually feel Summer Darling and The Jilted seem to be stamped from the same mold!" Talia Tate continued in her excitement.

Talia Tate’s comments on "good-looking people" successfully grabbed Sean Lowell’s attention.

From the same mold?

Him?

And Summer Fairmont?

Really?

"Why is the Master sitting in the car with an IV drip? What’s going on?" Talia Tate soon noticed that Sean Lowell, who hadn’t gotten out of the GMC, wasn’t acting stuck-up.

Talia Tate was somewhat displeased: "Leo, you grown-up person, how can you be so inconsiderate? How can you make the Master wait in a car? Isn’t there a care room at home? Quickly have the butler bring a nurse and take Master Sean Lowell inside to rest."

To Talia Tate, Artie is the darling, while Leo is just Leo.

In this household, where the woman was born a princess, men have never held the luxury of "status."

Thus, after arranging for Sean Lowell to "check-in" to the first floor’s "extra-luxury ward," Talia Tate led Artie Vaughn, Leo Vaughn, and Gordon Sterling to the dining room.