My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 148 Morris Really Called The Police

She opened the door and walked in, waving to Issac who was standing in the doorway, "Come in."

Issac's gaze surveyed the living room, very simple decoration design, but because the space was not

very large, the living room was dimly lit, instead it looked very cozy.

"It's pretty good, it's cozy."

He said, walking into the living room and sitting on the couch.

"Make do with it."

Vivian closed the door and took out a bottle of red wine from the wine rack with a snicker on her face, "I

took it quietly from Morris. He said this bottle of wine is vintage."

It was a bottle with production date on it that she had seen on Morris’ wine rack earlier in his apartment,

and she had quietly placed in her bedroom with the intention of drinking it.

But she would get into an argument with Morris, so she took it with it when she left.

She shook the bottle in her hand, "Let's drink it."

She liked to drink, because when she was with her master, her master liked to take her for drinking.

Over time, she became a good drinker.

But Vivian hadn't noticed at all that she had been drinking a bit too much in recent months because of

the stress in various areas.

Issac took the wine from Vivian's hand, carefully examined the wine, and couldn't help but say, "I'm

afraid we can’t drink it."

"Why? It's just vintage, I'm a good drinker. I can do with it."

"The wine isn't fake, but this Conti is a 45-year-old red wine that someone auctioned off at Sotheby's in

New York in 2018 for 3.9 million. It must have been passed on to Morris later."

At the sound of this, Vivian was stunned, "How much? 3.9 million? What kind of wine? Is it so

expensive?"

She knew that some vintages were expensive, but never thought it would be this expensive.

"This bottle was produced in 1945 and fetched an astronomical price because it was made from the

last part of the Conti vineyard after World War II and only 600 bottles were made. And it was the

historical value attached to it that caused the price to climb all the way up."

Issac guessed that Vivian must not know the background of this bottle of red wine, so he told her about

it.

Because he happened to be present at the 2018 auction at Sotheby's in New York.

"Holy shit, that's expensive." Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Vivian couldn't help but burst out.

She hurriedly reached out and snatched the red wine from Issac's hand, "45 year old red wine, let's just

not drink it."

Carefully holding the wine in her arms, she couldn't help but carefully survey the wine with curiosity

again, muttering in a small voice, "How can it be so expensive? No wonder the bottle looks so old. It's

okay, put it away, in another two years it will probably appreciate in value."

But ......

That was not the point.

Vivian came to her senses, she had just got a bottle of wine from Morris, not thinking that it would be

sky high, would that bastard Morris call the police?

She giggled in her heart and immediately looked at Issac and asked, "Huge theft, how many years will

it be in sentence?"

Issac glanced at the red wine in Vivian's hand and instantly understood what she meant.

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Nearly four million would be a particularly large amount,

punishable by more than ten years of fixed-term imprisonment, and if the circumstances are serious, it

could be life imprisonment. In addition, there may be confiscation of property."

"Ten years?"

Vivian was scared and couldn't help but gulp, "Scared me to death, thankfully we didn't drink it."

She immediately stuffed the red wine back into the wine cabinet and said to Issac, "It's too late, I won't

keep you here. You should hurry back, I happen to have to sleep."

Vivian wanted to say 'there's something to be done', but she didn't say it directly.

"Well, okay, you get an early night then."

Issac had only intended to see if Vivian lived here or not, but he hadn't expected her to actually live

here.

On the contrary, he was very surprised.

......

And thirty minutes earlier, Morris, who was in his apartment, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window,

his phone clutched in his hand.

A string of numbers was displayed on the screen, and it was Vivian's.

He hesitated to dial out.

After a moment, he turned around and walked to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of red wine and

poured a glass. His fingers held the red wine glass and he elegantly tasted a mouthful of red wine.

But then, in a moment of looking up, he inadvertently noticed the expensive bottle of red wine on the

wine rack was missing.

Morris’ movements stalled, and his eyes grew darker.

At that moment, it was as if he had found a reason to contact Vivian.

He picked up the phone and dialed Vivian's number, but as the phone number was dialed out, he

immediately hung up, hesitated again and again, but chose to call the police.

The phone rang a few times and a voice rang on the other end of the line, "Hello, this is the Police

Center."

"I'm calling the police, someone stole my wine."

"Wine? What kind of wine?"

"A bottle of 1945 Romanee Conti, worth 3.9 million."

"Okay. Where do you live, we'll come over and take a statement."

After asking for the address, the police immediately went to Morris’ apartment, and after some

questioning, he finally targeted a woman named 'Vivian'.

"Mr. Cheal, this matter will take a bit of time, and we don't know where Vivian lives at the moment.

When we find her, we will inform you to go to the police station right away."

The police officer who made the statement said to Morris.

To his surprise, Morris said, "No need, I know where she lives."

So, after Vivian sent Issac away from the apartment, she was putting on a face mask, but there was a

knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

She muttered, slipping on her slippers and walking to the door, "Issac, what are you doing back ......"

Originally, she thought it was Issac, but when she pulled the door open, there were several police

officers standing at the door.

Vivian first froze, and then she secretly 'cursed' Morris in her heart.

How could he!

She had planned to return the wine to Morris tomorrow, but she hadn't expected him to call the police

so soon.

"Officer, I ...... I need help." Vivian immediately said, "I'm just ready to wash my face before going to the

police station."

The three policemen standing in the doorway looked at each other, with different expressions.

A dark-skinned policeman at the head of the group questioned in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

"Wait a moment."

Vivian walked back to the living room and took out the bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, ''Here,

it's this bottle of red wine. It's the red wine that my god-grandmother's grandson gave me. He told me

that this bottle of red wine is only worth ten thousand, but my friend just said that this bottle of red wine

is worth four million, and I now seriously suspect that my god-grandmother's grandson is trying to set

me up."

"He's been so upset about his god-grandmother liking me, so he gave me the only bottle of Conti in the

world, saying it is ten thousand. In case he tells the police that I stole it, I'll go to jail for the rest of my

life. Officers, I'm a good, law-abiding citizen."

She was articulate.

But the police didn't believe it.

After all, the one who just called the police was the future heir to the Cheal family of L City!