Chapter 037 Mr. Montgomery Has Left
A slew of comments was posted online.
[What? Were all of Madison's previous perfumes plagiarized? How dare she call herself a genius?]
[Oh, my goodness! I can't believe Madison is such a vile person.]
[I'm disgusted. She constantly promotes herself. Did she not ever think she would get exposed? She proclaims herself a perfume prodigy. What does she consider Cynthia then?]
[Madison is always so arrogantly condemning others. Turns out she's the real villain! A villain who only knows how to plagiarize!]
Seeing the online backlash and twists of events, Madison was both anxious and angry. She was still doing her nails when she made a sudden move in excitement, causing the cuticle pusher to stab directly into her flesh.
"Ah!" Madison screamed in pain.
"I'm sorry. You moved, so..." Yaeli began to explain.
Madison raised her hand and slapped Yaeli hard. "Are you blaming me for this? Where is your boss? Get your boss here!"
Already furious, Madison wanted to vent her anger, and Yaeli was the only target available for her to do so.
Their commotion caught the attention of the salon's owner, who quickly intervened. To resolve the situation, the owner immediately fired Yaeli on the spot.
"Good. Those who offend me will not have a good ending," Madison left begrudgingly satisfied.
Yaeli bit her lip tightly, filled with resentment. She thought, ‘Madison will pay for this one day!’
Madison wanted to prove that she hadn't plagiarized, but she couldn't provide any evidence. Perfume formulation is different from other industries, making it difficult to prove plagiarism even if it had occurred.
However, Madison didn't anticipate that Grace had already applied for a patent in advance, listing out all the ingredients in the formula. Madison usually shared her perfume formulas online for praise as a genius, but she didn't expect it to become evidence against her.
She thought, ‘It wasn't me who called myself a genius, it was the online community's evaluation of me. Why are they now criticizing me?’
Madison was infuriated and tried to call Grace, but Grace had already blocked her number.
Even more incensed, Madison thought, ‘The next time I see Grace, I'll tear her face apart!’
The online saga ended. Since all of Madison's perfumes were formulated by Grace, fans were surprised to discover Grace's talent in perfume-making, leading to a surge in her popularity.
Grace's company began to thrive, even though the initial stages were challenging. From finding manufacturing partners to establishing sales channels, Grace had to oversee everything personally.
She had high standards for the factories and supervised every detail herself. In recent days, Grace had been so busy that she barely slept.
One day, as Grace passed by the hotel where Xavier stayed, she remembered the perfume in her bag. She had promised to give Xavier a bottle of perfume the next time they met. Grace had been carrying the perfume with her since she made it, but she hadn't encountered Xavier to give it to him.
This time, as Grace happened to be near the hotel, she instructed her driver to stop the car. She got out and prepared to go upstairs to deliver the perfume to him.
Upon reaching the floor, Xavier seemed to be absent. Grace waited for a long time, but he didn't return. A waiter approached her and said, "Madam, this is the presidential suite. How did you get in?"
"I'm waiting for someone," Grace replied, leaning against the wall.
The waiter asked politely, "Who are you waiting for? The suite's been empty. Nobody's stayed here the past couple of days."
Startled, Grace asked, "Empty? What about Mr. Montgomery?"
The waiter replied, "He checked out two days ago."
Taken aback, Grace thought, ‘He checked out? Could Xavier have gone back to Oakworth already?’
Grace hadn't received any messages. She reasoned, "Xavier and I don't really have a relationship. Why would he tell me his plans? Perhaps, it's probably for the best that he's gone. After all, we're unlikely to cross paths again."
Her feet were starting to numb. After thanking the informant, she headed straight downstairs.
However, Grace didn't expect to run into Ryan on her way out.
"Grace!" Ryan was there, protectively holding Kelly behind him. On spotting Grace, he drew Kelly closer.
"What are you doing here? Did you know I was coming and decided to show up on purpose?" Ryan said with disdain.
"Crazy," Grace muttered under her breath as she turned to leave.
"Who are you calling crazy? Have I been too nice to you? Isn't the negative attention you've brought to the Montgomery family these last few days enough?" Ryan said, scornfully.
He didn't like Grace's attitude and thought, ‘Even though she's not pretty, she's always so arrogant, as if she looks down on me. What right does Grace have to look down on me?’
"Ryan, don't you feel any shame?" Grace surveyed the gathering crowd. There were already plenty of people watching them.
"You might not feel ashamed, but I do," Grace quipped before continuing to walk away.
Ryan grabbed Grace's arm with a fierce grip. Her delicate skin reddened where his fingers clamped down.
Ryan, through gritted teeth, asked, "If you're not here for me, then why come? For a date? Are you meeting with some other boss?"
Grace retorted snarkily, "Don't think everyone's as disgusting as you."
"You're calling me disgusting? Who do you think you are?" Ryan was taken aback and felt insulted.
"I'm nobody. So, Ryan, can your family just leave me alone?" Grace was truly exhausted and had no desire to argue with Ryan.
"You—" Ryan began to yell.
"Ryan," Kelly interjected, grabbing his arm, "don't fight with Grace. She's quite popular these days, with all her stories on the internet. She's not the Grace we used to know."
Grace gave her a cold look and shot back sharply, "If I take a photo of you two with the caption 'Woman meets with her friend's fiancé late at night,' you could become famous too."
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