The driver then sent Melanie home.On her way home, she called her assistant from the perfume department. “Taylor, can you please go to the expose post and post the other formulae that we discussed earlier?”“You’re... kidding, right? Boss?” Taylor was a little anxious.“You heard it right. I have my reasons,” Melanie said firmly.“Alright, Boss.”When her assistant agreed to it, Melanie finally relaxed and rested her back against the seat as she got some shut-eye.The car finally reached home.When Melanie walked in, she saw Jeffrey sit in the living room, wearing gold-frame spectacles as he dealt with the documents in his hands. He was waiting for her.When he saw her come in, he immediately asked, “Do you need my help with tomorrow’s roadshow?”“I figured something out.”Melanie smiled when she saw his eyes fill with a little disappointment and admiration at the same time.Just then, Eliza’s call came. She asked about the roadshow tomorrow. Melanie told her mother that it
At this time, Melanie was sitting in Annie’s car.Annie had been a racer since she was little, and she was driving on the public road as if it was a racetrack.“Annie, safety first.”She grabbed the safety handle tightly and reminded her.“Don’t worry. I won’t give up on your life just because of the money that will be in my hands soon,” Annie said and made another drift, successfully drifting through another traffic light that was going to turn red soon.“That’s a good idea, to be honest, but what if the investors there don’t like it?” Annie was becoming worried again.“Don’t worry. There are two types of investors. The aggressive ones, and the conservative ones. Aggressive investors like new things and creativity, and they won’t reject my methods. However, the more conservative investors rely heavily on the market’s feedback. That’s why both types of investors will be mine!” Melanie said confidently.Annie chuckled. It looked like her company was going to be able to leech off
"Of course!" Melanie confidently smiled. Her slender fingers danced across the keyboard, and the screen switched to the real-time data page. "Last night, we initiated a poll online. Since the launch was late, the number of participants was not high initially..." Melanie began to showcase the last-minute adjustments in the plan. "We added three new perfumes to the proposals already released online. We provided detailed descriptions of the scents and initiated a vote. Every netizen can vote for their favorite perfume. The ones with the highest votes will be produced in the first batch. Additionally, participants in the vote can use a QR code to claim discount coupons and become the first batch of perfume testers." "Please take a look here. The level of engagement started to surge around 9 a.m., coinciding with the start of the working hours. The white-collar workers began to participate in the poll at this time. Currently, the level of engagement is still escalating," Melanie exp
In the eyes of investors, the recognition and anticipation of Jones Enterprise’s new perfume by a large number of online users were convertible money, and no one would turn down money. Backed by a powerful financial group, Robin's willingness to invest naturally pleased Melanie. She nodded swiftly. "I'll gladly accept it. Thank you, President Burns, for your trust. I believe Jones Enterprise’s affordable perfume project will not disappoint you." As she spoke, she subtly glanced at Nathan. Nathan kept his head down, his face unreadable. She could tell that he wasn’t in the best mood. Robin, fearing that a good project might be snatched away by others, immediately instructed his subordinates in the business department to contact Melanie once she agreed to the cooperation. Melanie walked out of the meeting room and saw Annie anxiously waiting. She subtly gave Annie a look, and Annie immediately understood—the investment was secured! At this moment, John, who was preparing to tak
"Not for now," Melanie said, her long eyelashes fluttering. "I need to think about it, but you can help me check on someone." "Who should I check on?" Annie knew that Melanie already had suspicions and asked curiously. "Nathan, one of today's investors," Melanie said. "Who is he? Is he the culprit?" Annie hadn't heard of this person before. "I just have some doubts," Melanie said while blinking. Even if this incident wasn't Nathan's doing, she was curious about him. There was no harm in investigating him. "I feel like he has ulterior motives for approaching me and trying to get close to me. In this world, no one does things without a reason." "Maybe he's interested in you," Annie teased. Melanie asked in amusement, "Is there only one type of relationship between men and women in your eyes?" "Not really." Annie laughed. "But Melanie, your move from being passive to taking the initiative today was incredible! Last night, everyone was busy being angry and investigating the l
At the dining table, Grant, who was full of enthusiasm, suddenly saw three embarrassed faces, and the atmosphere turned eerily cold. "What's going on?" Jeffrey's voice became slightly deeper. "It's a misunderstanding." Melanie wanted to explain, but Grant, with his brain seemingly fried, took over the conversation again. "I came today to clear up the misunderstanding. We have a long future ahead, and I don't want you to avoid me deliberately." "You two don't have a future!" Jeffrey put down his cutlery and shot up from his seat while grabbing Melanie's hand. He wasted no time pulling her away and left. "They... what?" Grant looked bewildered. Annie rolled her eyes dramatically. "Mr. Grant, were you really here to explain today? If I didn't already know about your low EQ level, I would have suspected that you were deliberately sowing discord!" "What do you mean?" Grant seemed puzzled. "Who told you that President Morgan was Melanie's second uncle?" "Gemma." "And who di
"Last time in the Northwest Medical Team, during the landslide, you risked your life to protect me, didn't you?" Melanie said. Quincy's eyes flickered and he scratched his head. "Actually, that doesn't count as protecting you because I couldn't even protect myself. We were just lucky." "When it's a matter of life and death, the fact that you can think of protecting others is already commendable," Melanie said with a smile and then waved her hand. "I’m leaving now. Just wait for the company's notice about your entry." Melanie turned around and walked away gracefully. Behind her, the Quicksilver family’s butler came out and stood behind Quincy and sighed. "Miss Melanie is truly a good person. Just like the former Chairman Jones, she’s perceptive and kind-hearted. Mr. Quicksilver, now the master and madam can finally stop worrying about you..." "She is indeed very good," Quincy said with emotion as well, his gaze unconsciously following Melanie's retreating figure. The image of he
The woman, who had a flattering expression, was Grace. Last time, Grace was ridiculed by the socialites at the gathering, and afterward, rumors circulated online about her involved affair with the family's male bodyguard, causing the Wilhelm family to be humiliated. Grace must have worked hard to preserve her noble status. Unexpectedly, she quickly attempted to leverage the resources of the fashion circle. While Melanie was contemplating, Grace, holding a wine glass, noticed her and quickly found an excuse to leave Rogan's side to go to Melanie. "I find you really persistent," Grace said without reservation. "Do you think you can suppress me by tarnishing my reputation? I'm not as fragile as you think. The resources I have in the fashion industry are beyond your imagination!" "Is that so?" Melanie sneered indifferently. "Grace, you should be clear that between you and me, it has always been you provoking me, and I retaliating. If you don't want to get beaten by me, stay away.