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.
Cuford, noon. Outside Sea Hotel, Lena hid behind Lily, crying under the scorching sun. Beside them, Daniel pointed at her and scolded, "You unfilial daughter! If it weren't for you, would our family have ended up like this?" Ten minutes ago, the family of three were kicked out by the hotel staff because they couldn't afford to extend their stay. They had six large suitcases, which contained all their belongings in Willowfort. "Stop crying! Is crying all you know? When will you become smarter?" Recalling the scene of being mocked by the aristocrats last time, Daniel couldn't bear the shame, especially considering the extravagant dinner that was a self-dug grave had cost him two million dollars. That was all the money he had. "Lena, why don't you go back and plead with Mr. Nathan again?" Lily protected her daughter and tried to come up with a solution for Lena. "Last time, Mr. Nathan took the initiative to contact you. He must like you... Even if he doesn’t, I heard him say he
Lena then left. Stephen was thoroughly disgusted. He couldn't eat another bite and decided to take a shower and go to sleep. The next day, after careful consideration, Stephen felt that something was off. He took out his phone, intending to call Jeffrey, but after some thought, he decided to call Melanie. After explaining the situation from the previous night, Melanie paused and asked him, "Are you sure you conveyed the entire conversation from last night to me?" "Every word." Stephen assured, "Melanie, what does Lena really want? You should be more careful these days." "It's not just me who should be careful, but you too," Melanie reminded. "Me?" Stephen's hair stood on end at once. He was most afraid of being set up, especially by women. He almost always walked into their traps. "Melanie, you have to help me. I don't want to be scolded by Uncle Jeffrey again." In the past, all the scandals he caused had been suppressed by Morgan Group, but each time, Stephen would be
Stephen was panic-stricken. Melanie, however, remained calm. She said, "Keep a low profile, and I promise you'll be fine." Stephen had no other choice but to follow behind Melanie, who stopped speaking. From the moment he stepped into the banquet, he knew that something was going to happen... - Before the start of the banquet, Annie's people had already scouted out the venue, with private detectives positioned at crucial locations. Annie, on the other hand, was on the second floor, commanding and directing. Melanie listened attentively to the instructions in her earpiece and led Stephen to where Lena was. At that moment, a loud bang echoed, and the venue plunged into darkness. Someone yelled, "Ah!" "What's happening?" Stephen asked anxiously. In the darkness, occasional flashes of phone lights lit up the atmosphere like ghostly flames, making the scene even more eerie. "Power outage," Melanie said calmly. She had adapted to the sudden darkness. "Oh no! They are ab