"Do you know what you're talking about?" Harlow snarled.He couldn't tolerate it any longer. He valued his pride the most, and no one had ever dared to say that his health was bad. Besides, his health was undoubtedly the best among the entire Yorks. That was without a doubt! Because he was in good health, his grandfather always favored him to inherit the family business. This woman had a lot of guts to publicly claim that he was sick! "I know exactly what I'm saying." Facing the roaring beast, Melanie shielded Annie behind her, her expression calm. "At the Angle family’s centennial celebration, I demonstrated my ability to identify herbs by smell in public. That should ring a bell for you, Mr. York. I’ve been studying traditional medicine ever since I was young, and I know the ways of observation, smelling, questioning, and pulse-taking. Your illness has already penetrated into your bones." Seeing her speak with such conviction, Harlow's subordinates behind him were frig
In this International Perfume Blending Competition, there were two main themes: "Mystery" and "Solution." Participants needed to create two different perfumes based on these themes. The competition would last for five to nine weeks. After five weeks, as long as the perfumes were completed and aged, it could be submitted any time. However, before the final submission of the finished product, all participants must create their fragrances at a designated location. Participants could enter and exit their fragrance blending room at any time, but were subject to monitoring each time they were in the room. During the time not spent in the fragrance blending room, participants could choose to stay in the hotels arranged by the organizers, or go elsewhere. Annie accompanied Melanie to the hotel arranged by the organizers. After checking in, she received an email from a private detective. When Melanie came out after taking a shower, she noticed Annie's unusually low spirits and asked,
After pausing for a few seconds, the dizziness disappeared.Melanie stood upright. "I'm fine." It was then that she noticed she had accidentally scratched her finger on a wooden splinter by the wall, causing it to bleed. "You expect me to believe that you're fine? If you’re not in good health, rest more. Why were you so anxious to come here?" Gabriel shook his head with concern. Above their heads, there happened to be a surveillance camera. In the monitoring room stood a man with a strong and commanding presence. He zoomed in on the image, focusing on Gabriel’s hand, which was holding Melanie’s arm. His Adam's apple bobbed frantically. The man standing behind her should have been him! Jeffrey furrowed his brows and gritted his teeth. William asked cautiously, "President Morgan, they're out of the fragrance blending room, so the surveillance can't capture them anymore. Are you still going to watch?" Jeffrey's eyes turned dark. "Do you have band-aids?" "Yes." William h
"Mrs. Morgan..." William supported Annie into the room, standing respectfully on the side. "Mr. Moore, why are you here?" Melanie was puzzled. "For the details, you can ask President Snow. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave." William nodded politely, exiting the room and closing the door behind them. "Where are you hurt?" Melanie crouched down, looking at Annie, who was drenched in water. "I sprained my ankle. I've already been to the hospital. I’m fine. Sorry for making you worry." Annie spoke with a hand over her mouth, but then she suddenly remembered something and urgently added, "By the way, William suddenly appeared for some reason. It means Jeffrey’s also in Medonia. Be careful not to be deceived by him!" "He's already deceived me." "What?" Annie jumped up in surprise, but her injured foot ached, causing her to sit back down. "Don't get overwhelmed. I know what to do." Melanie held onto Annie’s shoulder, trying to calm her. "Tell me how
After Jeffrey hung up the phone decisively, he instructed William to drive straight to the Perfume Blending Competition. While on the road, Jeffrey's phone rang again. He quickly glanced at it, and saw that it was Nathan's number. Why was Nathan calling at this time? Impatiently, he answered the call. On the other end, Nathan's voice sounded dark. "Your people are investigating me. When are you going to stop?" "Don't you know why I'm investigating you?" Jeffrey countered. "Or are you feeling guilty?" "Investigate if you want, but don't disturb my life!" Nathan's voice turned colder. "But I really didn't expect that you would come to this. Throwing away your pride to chase after a woman, and even going abroad?" "It seems you're well aware of what happened." Jeffrey's eyes narrowed. "President Morgan, with your reputation in the upper circles, how could I not know?" Nathan sneered. "I guess Melanie already knows that you approached her because of Emma’s heart. Your plan has
Melanie walked directly into the women's changing room, leaving behind a stern remark at the door. "I won’t have an appetite with you around!" With a slam, the door closed, and Jeffrey sighed. He turned around and gave some instructions to William. William quickly acknowledged them, and went downstairs to handle matters. - Soon, the limping Annie received the message and went to the hotel entrance to meet Melanie and bring her back to the room. They ordered room service, and had a simple meal in the room. Melanie began to feel a bit better after eating. During the meal, Annie's phone rang. She picked it up, glanced at it, and saw a message from an unknown number. Initially, she didn't pay much attention, but then she caught the first line of the message, "Concerns Melanie's life. Stay silent and quickly return the call!" Suddenly, her eyes widened. She tightly gripped the phone. "What's wrong?" Melanie asked subconsciously. "N-Nothing. I need to make a call." Anni
"No, no, no... Don't overthink it... That man isn’t..." Annie's heart pounded like a drum, wanting to interrupt Melanie's speculation. Unexpectedly, Melanie's eyes suddenly flashed, and she pointed at Annie. "Could it be William?" Suppressing the urge to laugh, Annie pretended to chuckle nervously. "Is it really him?" This time, Melanie's eyes widened. "Didn't you say he's not a hero? What do you see in him?" "He... is good at fighting." Annie could only bravely continue to fabricate her lie. "Fighting... Have you two already...?" Melanie raised an eyebrow. "Fighting, just fighting...literally..." Annie was extremely embarrassed. "He drove away a few ruffians. He's fantastic at it." "Alright, you've just started seeing him, so I won't press you too hard. When your relationship with him is stable, you all can treat me to a meal," Melanie said while looking at Annie, her eyes full of mischief. Annie willingly let Melanie misunderstand, but she was feeling nervous inside.
"What are you doing?” For the first time in his life, William was dragged into the bathroom by a woman. He felt inexplicably flustered. The fact that this woman had publicly called him a dog made him even angrier. "Hush!" Annie, who was listening to the commotion outside by pressing her ear against the door, wasn’t aware of William's embarrassment and irritation. "Good thing she didn't notice..." "What's fortunate, President Snow?" William pulled away Annie's hand from his clothes, and straightened out the wrinkles. Annie looked up and saw William's displeasure, and smiled apologetically. "Well, I need to talk to you, so I had to resort to this. We might as well pretend to be a couple in front of Melanie..." "What?" William's face contorted. "Not exactly a couple, but a dating couple…" Annie clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. "President Snow! Are you willing to date a dog?" William refused to relent. "Hey!" Annie, unwilling to give in, retorted, "