Chapter 355 Grace Is Actually Iris?
As soon as they walked in, the room went dead silent. Madison was the first to speak up.
She looked at the middle-aged guy at the head of the table and said, "Sorry to interrupt."
Madison had been spoiled since she was a kid and had picked up foreign languages easily, speaking them like a pro.
"We're all the candidates who didn't make the cut in your company's recent selection," Madison said. "Your company always claims to prioritize talent over connections, but this time, you picked someone who got in through shady means. Why?"
The middle-aged man at the head of the table shot a glance at someone sitting at the far end. That person then spoke up, "What are you implying, Miss? We've always been fair. You didn't measure up to Iris Studio, so we chose her."
Madison sneered at Jett, "Mr. Foster, you too, with a clear conscience?"
She knew she might be stepping on Jett's toes. He was a big deal in the fragrance industry, and pissing him off wasn't smart, but Madison didn't care.
It was unfair, so why not call it out?
If she couldn't have it, she'd rather see it burn than let Grace have it.
Jett looked confused, "What are you talking about? My conscience is clear."
Someone from Jett's company chimed in, "Mr. Foster is highly respected and stays out of company decisions."
Madison pressed on, "If he stays out of it, then why was Grace chosen? I saw her meeting with Mr. Foster privately. I have photos to prove it!"
She pulled out the photos, showing Grace and Jett leaving a restaurant together.
Jett said, "Everyone smelled the perfume from Iris Studio, and the collaboration was based on that. I had nothing to do with it."
Jett had never recommended Grace or been involved in the voting process.
"Then, Mr. Foster, can you say you never contacted Grace? Did she not ask you for help? Who are you trying to fool? She’s never even left the country and has no real skills. How did she get to know you?" Madison shot back.
"How she knows me is none of your business," Jett replied, clearly annoyed.
These candidates, lacking talent and not getting picked, were now trying to smear others.
Even though he was a consultant, he didn't know about Grace's involvement until she reached out after arriving.
But Madiosn looked familiar for him. Had he seen her photo somewhere? Did she compete in a fragrance contest?
"How is it none of my business? Wasn't it Xavier who introduced you two? And because of you, Grace got this contract, right?" Madison said, looking smug.
She thought she had something on Jett and Grace and didn't hold back, "Or did you two strike some kind of deal during your late-night meetings?"
"Shut up! Madison, watch your mouth," Grace cut in, feeling Madison was crossing the line.
"You..." Jett was also pretty pissed.
Madison looked at them and continued, "If there's nothing between you two, why are you so worked up? Why are you scared of me talking? Can you honestly say you and Mr. Foster are completely innocent and that you got this collaboration on your own?"
Grace took a moment and then said, "This collaboration wasn't entirely my doing."
Madison had a bunch of arguments ready to throw at Grace, but she didn't expect Grace to just admit it like that!
Madison was thrilled, "Did you all hear that? She admitted it herself; she didn't get it on her own."
Grace shot back, "Don't get too excited. I said it wasn't entirely on my own because my project proposal was guided by someone very capable."
"Someone very capable? Who? Are you saying Mr. Foster leaked internal info to you, and you tweaked it?" Madison was skeptical.
"Miss, watch your words!" Jett's face was serious.
Then the middle-aged man at the head of the table spoke up again, "Ms. Lewis, who is this capable person you mentioned?"
Grace replied, "He's not here; he's my boyfriend."
Madison was stunned. Since when did Grace have a boyfriend? This had to be a lie!
"She doesn't have a boyfriend; she's making it up!" Madison shot back.
Grace gave her a look, "How do you know I don't? Do you live under my bed?"
"You..." Madison stammered.
Grace continued, "This project proposal was indeed modified with my boyfriend's help, but the collaboration plan and the perfume presented to your company were developed by me personally. As for my relationship with Mr. Foster, that's a separate issue."
"Then why don't you tell us how you got to know Mr. Foster? How would someone like him know you?" Madison still wouldn't let it go.
Jett was so mad his beard was practically bristling, "I appreciate talent. Ms. Lewis has a gift for fragrance. Isn't it normal for me to know her? Unlike you, who I've never heard of, yet you dare to cause trouble here."
Madison pressed on, "Then may I ask, Mr. Foster, how did you come to know about her talent? What attracted you to her?"
Jett found Madison utterly unreasonable. He had never seen someone so obstinate.
"She is much more talented than you. She is..." Jett stopped himself. He had promised Grace not to reveal her identity as Iris.
So, he had to bite his tongue.
Madison thought she had found an opening, "Why did Mr. Foster stop mid-sentence? If there's really nothing, then tell us, what is she? How is she more talented than me?"
Jett thought Madison was incredibly unreasonable. She dared to question Iris's abilities.
Jett couldn't take Madison's questioning any longer, "You are simply incorrigible."
Madison responded, "Mr. Foster, insulting me won't help. The facts about you and Grace are undeniable. If it weren't for these connections, why wouldn't Mr. Foster be willing to speak?"
Jett looked at Grace, "Can I reveal your identity?"
Grace knew that her issues with Madison shouldn't involve Jett.
And Madison wouldn't give up. Her identity wasn't something to hide; it wasn't shameful.
With Grace's nod, Jett instantly became particularly confident, even with a hint of pride in his tone, "I have known her for eight years. She doesn't need any of the means you mentioned to get this collaboration because she is already a top perfumer. She is Iris."
"What?" Everyone exclaimed and stared at Grace in shock.
'Grace is Iris? The genius and mysterious perfumer who never shows her face, Iris?' They were all stunned.
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