After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265 Max's Identity Exposed
"Do you know what this behavior of yours is called?"

Max looked baffled. "What?"

Yvette shot Max an irritated glare. "What? Haven't you looked at the menu?"

"Of course I have! I've looked at it so much I could recite it. What's wrong?" Max asked, confused.

"What's wrong? Look at the menu. Do you really think food like this is meant for people like us?" Yvette's irritation grew sharper with each word.

Max glanced at the menu briefly. "You don't like it? Should we pick another place?"

Yvette was left speechless.

Feeling like she couldn't get through to Max, Yvette reached under the table in frustration and pinched Max's thigh.

"Ow! Hey!" Max grabbed Yvette's hand. "Careful—damage here, and you'll jeopardize your lifelong happiness."

Yvette rolled her eyes dramatically.

Chandler observed the scene with great amusement.

While he was pleased to see the two acting like a loving couple, he still thought they needed to be more mindful of the occasion. Even if they were feeling affectionate toward each other, flirting in front of the elders wasn't appropriate.

"I mean, look at the price! Who can actually afford to eat this stuff?" Yvette exclaimed, rolling her eyes again.

At that moment, the waiter walked in, carrying a bottle of red wine with him.

"Well, we're in for a treat today—it's a 1982 Rubis de Lumière," Isabel immediately recognized it.

What?

Yvette's family collectively froze in shock, their eyes locked on the bottle the waiter held.

They didn't fully grasp how expensive a 1982 Rubis de Lumière was, but they were well aware it was extraordinarily costly! Plus, with every bottle opened, the rarity only grew. Even the wealthy struggled to obtain one, let alone drink it.

Is this truly a 1982 Rubis de Lumière?

Max glanced at Isabel. "Xander's wife, huh? Your taste is impeccable. I bet Xander lets you enjoy wine like this all the time."

"I've had it a few times," Isabel said casually.

Yvette almost fell out of her chair upon hearing this.

"What?! You've actually drunk such an expensive wine before? Xander gave it to you? And it's happened more than once? Why have you never mentioned this to me before?" Yvette fired off her questions in disbelief.

Isabel looked at Yvette with amused smile. "Well, you never thought to ask me about it."

Yvette gave Isabel a deeply annoyed look.

It wasn't just Yvette who was unsettled—Thomas and Kate were visibly uneasy as well.

"Yvette, what's up with Max? Didn't you say he was just an ordinary guy? How can someone ordinary afford an '82 Rubis de Lumière?" Thomas leaned over and whispered to Yvette, his voice barely audible. Even the wealthiest struggled to get their hands on a bottle of this wine!

"Yeah, Yvette. Is there something you're not telling us?" Kate followed up.

Yvette felt utterly wronged. She was dying to know what Max had been hiding from her.

She turned back to Isabel, convinced that Isabel had the answers.

"Isabel, come clean. Tell me everything you know," Yvette demanded.

Yvette rolled her eyes again.

Isabel couldn't help but laugh. Max and Xander were indeed buddies who grew up together—both were equally thick-skinned.

After Max finished, he glanced at Chandler and Jessica, signaling for them to speak up. Not that they needed his nudge; they had already planned to step in.

"Exactly, we don't care about social status. We told Max a long time ago that he should marry someone he truly loves."

"Honestly, I quite like this, Yvette. She's straightforward and genuine, not someone with hidden agendas."

Chandler and Jessica's words carried significant weight. As the two families continued talking, mutual fondness began to grow.

Isabel nudged Yvette with her elbow. "I think this is as good as settled."

Yvette's face fell as she overheard the families starting to discuss possible dates.

"Why do I feel like I'm being forced into this?"

"Is this what they call pre-wedding blues?" Isabel teased her with a smirk.

Yvette shot her an exasperated look. "You're one to talk! Remember the days before you married Kaleb? Weren't you also a complete mess, your mood swinging all over the place?"

Hearing Yvette's words, Isabel's mind drifted back to a few months ago, to those nerve-wracking days leading up to her marriage to Kaleb. She had to admit, what she said was true.

"Ah!" Yvette suddenly cried out.

"What's wrong with you?" Isabel nearly spilled her drink, which would have been a tragedy—it was an '82 Rubis de Lumière.

Yvette's eyes were wide as she stared at Isabel. "Max is the heir to EastRise Media. What about your husband? He—he can't just be a low-level employee at Bennett Group, right?"