Upon hearing this, the crowd was once again abuzz with murmurs.
According to Silas Cobb’s account, it was indeed the perfu that was the problem. Judging by his urgency, it seems his wife’s condition is currently very dangerous, which is why he barged into the banquet.
So sympathized while others relished the drama, wanting to see how the high-and-mighty Maxim Ford would handle the situation.
Yet, in matters like these, the least trustworthy speaker is Maxim himself, as he cannot defend his company’s perfu. The more he explains, the more it seems like concealnt to the victims.
At the scene, a young fan of Tiana Thorne chose to believe her, furrowing her brow and once again raising the sa question as May Sloane: "Could there be a mistake in one of the processes? Tiana Thorne used this perfu without any issues."
"How is that possible? During this period, my wife and I were together, and she hasn’t used anything else. It’s clearly the perfu that’s the problem. Tiana had no issues, perhaps due to different physical constitutions. My wife already has a weak body, which is why..."
As Silas Cobb spoke, his emotions were turbulent, and he glared angrily at Maxim Ford: "Even if you can conjure beautiful explanations, I still won’t believe your perfu has no issue. Maxim Ford, if sothing happens to my wife, I’ll make you pay with your life!"
Tiana Thorne noticed his reddened eyes and overall poor ntal state, suggesting he probably hasn’t slept well lately...
From his perspective, with his wife comatose and possibly near death, leaving him with two unraised children, his fierce spirit is quite understandable. It’s lucky he hasn’t attacked Maxim.
Silas Cobb doesn’t seem to be lying, but neither is she; Maxim’s No. 3 perfu indeed has no problem.
Previously, the accusations were directed at Elsa, claiming she had added so unusable chemical components for greater profit, resulting in this incident.
But now, with Maxim Ford as the president of Elsa, he has always been low-key yet imnsely wealthy. A person of such stature truly has no reason to do so, especially under his identity, where he is less likely to ruin his ten-year reputation.
However, in the world, there are those who criticize irrationally, finding ways to attack no matter what.
A middle-aged man smiled seemingly kindly and spoke insidiously: "Mr. Ford, though it may be inappropriate to say, you may not be inclined to replace the raw materials, but with so many people under you, can you guarantee none of them would act out for money, secretly doing such things?"
Another line of thought erged.
Indeed, soone took the lead, and those who envy, resent, and loathe the Ford family from the shadows began to cause a stir.
"Especially the company’s perfurs, as long as they have an idea, the perfu on the market can still sll the sa. It’s just the qualification of the materials that are uncertain."
"Mr. Ford, we an well. You should spend so effort checking your company’s employees, just in case soone really did sothing like this."
"After all, Mr. Fletcher’s wife’s hospitalization is a fact. To prevent greater losses, a check would be wise."
"If it’s true that soone in the company swapped ingredients, it is indeed unpredictable, and perhaps the newly released Number Seven might... Of course, this is speculation."
A few individuals bandied words back and forth, just a few sentences and made Elsa the center of controversy, without fully investigating the truth, presuming in their minds that Elsa’s employees committed the deed.
If this is truly the case, Maxim Ford, as the president of Elsa, would indeed be held accountable.
Silas Cobb, upon hearing this, beca even more convinced that Elsa’s perfu was the source of the trouble, clenching his fists and glaring daggers at Maxim Ford, angrily declaring, "No matter what, you must give justice!"
The two young children were visibly frightened by their father’s deanor, holding hands and looking around, finally realizing the seriousness of their mother’s illness.
Maxim Ford squinted, his eyes beneath his glasses showing a trace of coldness: "Do not suspect those you employ, employ not those you suspect."
He was one hundred percent confident in Elsa’s employees.
An elder in the perfu world sighed and remarked, "This matter has gotten too big, it’s not good for Elsa. The overseer bureau doesn’t know how long the investigation will take. If this is not resolved soon, it will only cause widespread panic."
He was Sherman Linden, a master perfur from the previous generation, who lost his sight in an accident, rendering him unable to concoct perfus ever again.
Yet within this circle, he remains a revered elder, one whose speech commands silence from the rest.
At this mont, a young boy lifted his head to look at his father, tears in his eyes, timidly asking, "Daddy, will mommy not wake up?"
Another child, upon hearing this, blinked and let tears fall, saying: "Mommy said she would take us to the amusent park; she surely will wake up."
Silas Cobb looked at his two children, his eyes growing redder by the mont, uncertain how to answer. After a choked pause, he finally patted the children on their heads.
He spoke soothingly: "Good children, once we get justice for mommy, she will wake up."
His voice, tender compared to his tone with Maxim Ford, was quite different.
The child pointed at Maxim Ford and Tiana Thorne, asking, "Daddy, are they the ones who made mommy stay in the hospital and unable to return ho?"
Silas Cobb withheld his answer, as he only wanted justice, not to sow hatred in such young hearts.
This family elicited sympathy from those present.
Sherman Linden sighed again and continued, "Mr. Ford, if you truly trust your employees, and wish to prove Elsa’s innocence swiftly, you need to bring in a renowned master perfur known in the industry for validation."
Margarett Vance crossed her arms, a smile appearing on her elegant face, looking his way.
eting her gaze, Maxim Ford glanced over.
All eyes focused on Tiana Thorne and Maxim Ford, as he looked to the side, everyone followed his gaze.
Margarett Vance exuded classic beauty, her smile soft, her deanor graceful.
"Mr. Ford, this young lady seems to be your companion. Could it be, did you foresee this and bring her as the perfur? Did you invite her as the perfur?"
"However, she’s too young, doesn’t seem likely." Others raised voices of doubt.
Tiana Thorne toyed with the perfu bottle cap, curious if her brother would yield.
Maxim Ford reverted to his previous solemn deanor, his voice polite yet distant: "Allow to make introductions to everyone."
Margarett Vance’s lips curled thinly, her gaze fixed on the caras, her pose exceedingly regal.
She aid to capture this mont and declare to all she is an unbeatable presence among won, a genius perfur, Margarett Vance, and also Maxim Ford’s fiancée, the future Mrs. Ford.
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