At Stark's seaside villa, Tony lay on a lounge chair, a bottle of Perrier-Jouët Brut champagne resting on the table beside him. The night breeze drifted softly through the air, accompanied by the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs, creating a tranquil and soothing atmosphere.
Pepper, dressed in a sleek black skirt suit, stepped forward in her high heels and pulled open the transparent glass wall. The crisp night breeze refreshed her at once. The capable secretary brushed back her windblown hair and looked at Tony with gentle eyes.
"You were supposed to attend Klaus Technologies' exhibition today. That young and promising boss, Darren Klaus, even specifically asked me about you."
Pepper bent down, poured herself a glass of champagne, took a small sip, and asked softly, "Is there some good news worth celebrating? You're sitting here alone and even opened a nice bottle."
"Please tell that young boss of Klaus Technologies that I appreciate his concern, but I'm not interested in men."
Tony remained as sharp-tongued as ever. He looked at the Perrier-Jouët on the table. The reason he loved this champagne was simple: he admired the exquisite design of white Japanese anemones and golden rose vines painted on the bottle. It was a masterpiece unlike any other, unforgettable at a glance.
Émile Gallé, the master glassmaker of exceptional skill, had earned Tony's deep admiration. Tony described this champagne as having a rich aroma and a delicate taste, and with the design of a top artist, it was unmatched both inside and out—like a young woman at the Palace of Versailles, making one unable to resist becoming intoxicated by her beauty and purity.
If Sean had been here, he probably would have understood that all those long-winded, awkward descriptions from this reformed playboy were essentially just Tony showing