Love's Perfect Match

Love’s Perfect Match Chapter 162

Chapter 162

“Of course. She’s the youngest sommelier to make a name for herself. She’s better than me.” The

sommelier couldn’t believe Elspeth would lie through her teeth, and he guffawed. “And you claim to be

her? Is that a joke?”“Why can’t I be her?” Elspeth looked at the sommelier with a smile. “Three years

ago, Rarity made a name for herself at an international wine-tasting event and was dubbed the Tongue

of God. Haven’t you seen the video? I looked different back then, but you should be able to recognize

me immediately.”The sommelier looked awkward while the guests quickly searched for the video. Every

sommelier was shown clearly on the screen, including Rarity, the winner of that event.“Whoa, it is

her!”“I can’t believe a world-famous sommelier is right here at this event. This is incredible!”“I can’t

believe someone said she was a bumpkin. She’s Rarity herself. How could someone be so

stupid?”“Rarity is old Mr. Joneson’s granddaughter? Whoa, she’s the family pride.”The crowd burst into

a discussion, and Elspeth stared at the sommelier, standing straight up so he could have a better look NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

at her face. “That was me. It was a famous event, but not everyone cared about it. It isn’t something

related to their everyday life, just like how most people have no idea that Willem-Alexander is the king

of Hollish.” She looked at him mischievously. “So, world-famous sommelier, don’t tell me you have no

idea this video exists.”The sommelier felt embarrassed. He did bluff a little. At most, he was a slightly

famous sommelier, and everything he knew about Rarity was merely from stories he had heard from

others. He had heard about her, but he had no idea what she looked like. “I am sorry, Miss Rarity. I

shouldn’t have suspected your judgment.” The sommelier was proud, but he was willing to admit his

faults and acknowledge his betters.Elspeth shrugged it off. “Next time, have a taste of the drinks at a

wine-tasting event. You are a sommelier, so use your tongue.”The sommelier was nearly forty years

old. Elspeth was about half his age, and he was a little fidgety about being lectured by her, but he

wasn’t complaining.“Sorry, everyone. The champion for this event is Miss Rarity herself!” He took the

glass from the podium and handed it to Elspeth. “Here, this is yours. You deserve it.”She took it with a

smile. “Thank you.” After that, she noticed everyone was treating her differently, especially the men

who previously thought she was a bumpkin. Now, they were trying to be her sycophant. She shot them

a look and approached Frank. “Here. The glass you want.” She tossed the glass to him. “Don’t forget.

You owe me one.”Frank was still flabbergasted, and Spencer looked surprised as well and teased with

a smile, “So, you’re Rarity. Couldn’t have guessed that.”She looked into his eyes and smiled beautifully.

“Just because I’m pretty doesn’t mean I can’t be a sommelier.”At the sight of her lovely smile, he could

feel his heart skip a beat. “You are indeed pretty.” I can’t believe that Winthrop guy is dating her. How

lucky of him! Just when Elspeth was about to call him a pervert, someone shouted, “Look! There’s

something up there!”She looked into the sky and saw a big barrel of lard hanging from a drone. On the

very next second, the barrel of lard was dropped into the backyard. Alarmed, Elspeth grabbed Frank

and dodged the attack. Spencer easily evaded the incoming barrel as well, thanks to his agile feet.

However, everyone else wasn’t as lucky. They were drenched in lard and couldn’t even walk. Everyone

slipped and groaned in pain.Elspeth turned to Frank and asked, “Are you alright?”“Yeah, but—” The

sentence was never finished. A shocked Frank quickly pulled her into his embrace.An agonizing,

burning sensation washed over his body, and before long, the pain knocked him out. Wait, that’s acid!

Elspeth felt a wave of pain coming from her arm. Her skin was burned, but she held back her pain and

raised her head. Right then, she saw someone hurrying away with a bottle of acid in their hand. Not the

time to chase after them. She held Frank up, but what met her eyes was the injuries he had sustained

for her sake. “Call 911, Spencer!”Realizing the severity of the situation, Spencer frowned. “No time. I’ll

take him to the hospital.”Elspeth nodded and let him take Frank to his car. Then, they went to the

hospital. Frank was taken into the operating room, and Spencer looked at Elspeth’s bleeding arm. “I’ll

get a doctor for you,” he said quickly.“Sure.” She nodded. She scrolled through the news while the

nurse was dealing with her wound. As she expected, the attack was reported, and everyone’s eyes

were on it. It even showed up on Google Trending three times in a single day.‘Jonesons’ granddaughter

is renowned sommelier, Rarity. Embarrassed a Blaydal sommelier.’‘Attack on the event. Lard causes

injuries!’‘Acid attack on Frank Joneson! The Jonesons are furious!’Elspeth felt waves of pain coming up

her arm, and the nurse was trembling even though she was just supposed to rub some salve over the

wound. Probably a newbie.Eventually, Spencer couldn’t take it anymore and took the salve. “I’ll handle

it.” He smiled.Elspeth thought he would handle it poorly, but to her surprise, he was better than the

nurse. The pain was gone, and only a cool sensation was left. She stared at the serious Spencer, and

she had conflicting emotions about him. He seems different from what I thought.Just then, someone

flung the door open. Callum stood beyond the door, watching Spencer rubbing the salve on Elspeth’s

arm. He seemed worried at first, but then he looked angry.Elspeth pulled her arm back in a hurry.

“What brings you here, Callum?” She wasn’t worried about him seeing anything, but he might do

something stupid if he found out she couldn’t go back.“I saw the news. You’re hurt, so I came as fast as

I could.”“I’m fine. Look.” She stood up and gave herself a twirl while hiding her arm behind her

back.She tried to show him she was fine, but Callum was not convinced. His eyes were fixed on the

arm she was hiding, and there was fury gleaming in his gaze.