“This, on the other hand,” he said with a smirk, “is the real Gorreana Broken Leaf Black Tea.”
Hearing that, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, it wasn’t the old man making the mistake.
After all, it was just black tea. If it had truly been a mix-up, how would he keep his job?
The host smiled graciously, his voice soft with understanding. “Since it was all just a misunderstanding, let’s move on to the next segment.”
As the livestream continued its ascent in popularity, the screen shifted back to Claire’s home.
“My brother!”
Claire’s brother, Phoenix Hamilton, appeared his face a striking balance of delicacy and youthful charm.
At just over twenty, he carried the easy confidence of someone aware of their own allure.
“I’m back. Pour me a glass of water,” he demanded.
Claire’s mother raised an eyebrow, the faintest line of concern furrowing her brow. “Why are you back? Didn’t you say you weren’t coming today…?”
Phoenix’s expression darkened, an unmistakable edge to his voice. “Go pour the water. Stop nagging.”