Oh my...
This is the most explosive news in the industry.
A perfur unable to recreate the scent she once crafted?
How is that possible?
Margarett Vance was montarily stunned, her beautiful eyes flickered towards Tiana for the first serious glance of the night.
Her eyes are sharp, enchanting like a fox’s, with a mischievous and casual smile, as if she’s certain Tiana can never recreate the sa scent.
Could it be that she knows sothing?
A heart suddenly leapt up and down with unrest.
Sherman Linden’s apprentice hesitated for a mont, then laughed, as if hearing an enormous joke, and sarcastically said, "Tiana Thorne, even if you don’t know perfus, don’t say sothing so ridiculous."
"Yes, any scent selected by a perfur, it’s not a problem to produce a thousand or even ten thousand bottles."
Sherman Linden stroked his beard and said, "Recreating the sa scent is a basic skill for a perfur, especially for a master like Miss Vance, who can casually reproduce it. It’s admirable that despite knowing the popularity of the fragrance, she refrained from reproducing it: her sentint has given the scent its unique title. Why replicate another bottle?"
Upon hearing this, Margarett Vance’s heart settled again, revealing a faint smile: "Thank you, Mr. Linden, for understanding . Indeed, that’s my thought; I only made this one bottle. I don’t want this unique fragrance to be comrcialized."
Everyone nodded gently in agreent.
Tiana Thorne smiled, her bright star-like eyes moved. The ballroom lights shone on the gold dust near her eyes, sparkling, creating an invisible allure that made hearts tremble.
She played with the perfu bottle in her hand and said nonchalantly: "Miss Vance, don’t you find your words contradictory?"
Margarett Vance maintained composure, looking very tolerant, only asking her: "What do you an?"
Tiana smiled again, her gaze like a torch, unwavering.
"Since Miss Vance doesn’t want comrcialization, why use money to asure your uniqueness? If I understood correctly, Miss Vance believes that making another bottle would taint your sentint. Can I understand it as, the sentint of the genius perfur, Miss Vance, only worth a billion, hmm?"
At these words, the scent of gunpowder filled the hall instantly.
So people whispered, especially the won, their jealousy making their critiques sharp.
"Yes, doesn’t this sound so contradictory? She’s the one comrcializing that perfu, how does it beco sentint in the end?"
"Seems like a genius’s sentint is just so; at this point, being pretentious and speaking eloquently."
"Since she dislikes comrcialization, why use scarcity as a ans to raise the price of this perfu, and even sell it? Miss Vance’s sentint is indeed regretful."
Old Sherman Linden always admired her for this reason, that despite the expensive perfu, she only produced this one bottle.
Listening to everyone talk, it seems there’s indeed a hint of hunger marketing.
After all, a perfu worth a billion is truly astonishing.
Even so, he still greatly admires her; at least she could create such a uniquely scented fragrance: "That belongs to Miss Vance; whether to sell or not, that’s her affair. Miss Thorne, you don’t understand perfus, yet speak so rudely, have you forgotten you’re rely Elsa’s spokesperson?"
She didn’t back down because of this, lightly lifted her lips, smiled, and said: "I’m curious if anyone is willing to pay another billion for this so-called unique perfu. If soone does, would Miss Vance be willing to make another?"
Margarett Vance’s eyes deepened, this Tiana Thorne certainly knows how to talk, pushing her into the spotlight again.
Of course, she wouldn’t be led by Tiana Thorne, lightly pursed her lips, and raised a smile: "Since it’s unique, I certainly won’t make another, even if offered another billion; it’s my principle as a perfur."
Tiana raised her eyebrow.
Indeed, this statent sounds sophisticated.
Only, in front of her, it’s just a show-off.
Tiana smiled again: "Miss Vance cannot recreate the sa scent, of course she’ll refuse."
Margarett Vance finally frowned in displeasure, coldly said: "Miss Thorne, considering you’re my senior’s chosen spokesperson, I’ve been considerate, but it doesn’t an you can play around with this matter."
She handed the perfu to May Sloane, then teasingly smiled, her voice sweet: "Miss Vance, this isn’t playing around, just revealing a truth to the perfu lovers and other perfurs."
Margarett Vance suddenly felt a foreboding.
"Do you rember whose ho ’Exclusively Yours’ fell into?"
’Exclusively Yours’ is the perfu Margarett Vance crafted years ago.
"I rember, it was Mr. Ford’s father who bought ’Exclusively Yours’ for his wife, Rouge Jarvis."
Once the na was spoken, everyone’s heartbeat accelerated.
Rouge Jarvis...
Just hearing the na makes people captivated.
She was Banyria’s leading socialite; countless n broke down the doors of the Jarvis family to propose to her, unfortunately, were all turned away in various manners.
Ultimately, she married Graham Ford, Maxim Ford’s father, at a youthful age.
Once she appeared, it was invariably lively, but later she married and rarely ventured out.
Many still loved her, waiting for her and Graham to divorce.
In this wait, Maxim has grown up, yet they still don’t have children.
Tiana gently smiled again, maintaining an undisturbed deanor, charming smile, sweet voice: "I had the pleasure of working with Ms. Jarvis’s son and beca friends; he brought ’Exclusively Yours’ over."
The scene erupted again.
Everyone looked towards Maxim Ford.
In their eyes, Maxim Ford is Rouge Jarvis and Graham Ford’s only son, but why did Tiana Thorne’s words hint that there’s another son in the Jarvis family?
Margarett Vance listened, coldly laughed, speaking for Maxim Ford: "Tiana Thorne, do you know what you’re saying? My senior is her son; by your words, does the Ford family have a hidden child?"
Maxim Ford’s eyes displayed amusent, as his expression was so indifferent, no one noticed the sweet affection.
Seems like Dad and Mom’s single child persona was well played, even Margarett Vance didn’t know.
Indeed, if outsiders knew the Ford children were all prominent figures, they’d surely be jealous.
Sherman Linden had witnessed Rouge Jarvis’s beauty in the past; Tiana Thorne not only clashed with Margarett Vance but tarnished Rouge Jarvis, angrily rebuking: "Simply nonsense, increasingly absurd, how would this find truth for Silas Cobb’s wife?"
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