Chapter 330 Two Birds with One Stone, Martin's Retaliation Against Charlotte and Hunter
Just as her hand was about to touch Martin's pants, she stopped abruptly, looked around to make sure there were no cameras in the room, and then, relieved, slipped her hand into the pocket.
Her face lit up as she felt the USB driveflash drive.
There it was.
The USB drive was definitely, still in the pocket.
She quickly took out the USB driveflash drive and replaced it with an identical one. Before leaving, she cast a complex glance at the closed bathroom door.
A tinge of guilt surfaced, but it was gone in a flash. She left the room with determination, closing the door behind her.
It was over in a flash. I left the room with determination, closing the door behind me as if nothing had happened at all.
After securing the flash drive, Charlotte didn't rush to send the contents to Hunter.
Instead, she stayed forhad a hearty dinner with everyone at the old house with everyone.. It wasn't until they had all gone their separate ways, full and content, that she secretly slipped into a local internet café in secret, uploadingand uploaded the files to Hunter's email.
No sooner had she sent the information than Hunter's call came through.
"My good girl, you've done an excellent job. I'm so pleased!"." Hunter's voice oozed with satisfaction.
Clutching the mouse tightly, Charlotte, filled with anticipation, asked, "When will you bring me over? I don't want to stay here anymore."
Seeing Martin brought pangs of guilt because of what she was involved in.
She couldn't bear to see the Langley Group face a crisis because of her actions.
"Just hang in there a bit longer," Hunter replied nonchalantly. "There's something very important I need you to do."
Disappointment was evident in her voice, "What is it? Does it have to be me?" she said, disappointment was evident in her voice.
Hunter's lipsHunter curled his lips into a sly smile. "Yes, it has to be you. You're the only one who can pull this off."
Charlotte's puzzled expression said it all— "…??".
"Get as close as you can to the Langley family in the next few days," Hunter instructed. "Build a good rapport and be ready for my commands."
Without another word, Charlotte stifled her longing and the intense desire to see him. "So..."
She wanted to talk a little longer, reluctant to let go.
But the line was already dead.
The dial tone echoed in her ear, leaving her heart feeling hollow. The yearning for Hunter rushed toward her like an incoming tide.
Patricia had recovered well and returned to work. Randy's pre-surgery checks were all clear. The operation was scheduled for 8 a.m. the day after tomorrow. By a twist of fate, it coincided with the global launch of Woan fragrance—at the same exact time. Patricia was the lead surgeon, and Frank was her assistant.
Randy's pre-surgery checks were all clear.
The operation was scheduled for 8 a.m. the day after tomorrow.
By a twist of fate, it coincided with the global launch of Woan fragrance—at the same exact time.
Patricia was the lead surgeon with Frank as her assistant.
Life seemed to be getting back on track.
The family of five had their routine: Martin and Patricia dropped Charles and Fannie at preschool, then took Randy to the hospital together.
After ensuring Patricia reached her office safely, Martin headed to his company.
In the evenings, Patricia occasionally took over the kitchen duties, and sometimes, she'd visit the Langley Mansion to spend time with Jessica and Gregory.
Their lives unfolded in a simple, unremarkable routine.
At the dinner table, Martin glanced at Charlotte, who was silently shoveling food without looking up. He scooped a spoonful of her childhood favorite, corn and shrimp, into her bowl and said, "Why only eat rice and skip the veggies? You used to love this dish. Have a little more."
Charlotte kept her head down, avoiding his gaze, and muttered a thanks before she continued to focus on eating.
Martin watched her intently, his concern evident as he probed,. "You've been distracted lately. Is something on your mind? Or possibly…" He paused dramatically, his tone becoming heavier,. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Charlotte's breath hitched, a fine sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead.
She couldn't shake the feeling that there was an underlying message in Martin's wordwords had a distressing message. Could it be that he knew about the flash drive she had secretly exchanged?
Just as this thought crossed her mind, she dismissed it. If Martin knew about the flash drive swap, he wouldn't be calm; he'd be furious, and he would already be seeking a solution. She must be overthinking it.
She must be overthinking it.
"No, nothing at all!. I'm just not feeling talkative, that's all. There's nothing I need to say to you," she blurted out.
The flicker of hope in Martin's eyes slowly extinguished, replaced by a swift shadow of disappointment.
Time was fleeting. Before they knew it, the day for Randy's second surgery arrived.
TheBefore they knew it, the day for Randy's second surgery arrived.
For this operation, the entire Langley family was mobilized for this operation, everyone waiting at the surgery room's doors.
Charlotte, Samuel, Jessica, Gregory, Martin, Charles, Fannie, and even extended members of the Langley clan were there. Martha also showed up, feigning concern.
Randy had been wheeled into the operating room early on.
With palpable worry, Fannie asked Patricia,. "Mommy, Randy's surgery will be successful, right?"
Patricia patted her little head with unwavering confidence,. "Don't worry, sweetheart. With me and your godfather here, this surgery can only succeed. Failure is not an option."
Reassured by her words, Fannie relaxed as they allowed her into the surgery room.
Outside, everyone waited anxiously for the outcome of the surgery.
Charlotte's heart was wholly tethered to Hunter, her attention fixated on the latest developments. Under the pretense of needing the restroom, she lingered in the washroom, her eyes glued to the live news feed streaming on her phone.
The Miller Group was a leader in the American beauty and skincare industry, and each product launch was a global spectacle. The company's flagship stores would host live events, complete with a charismatic master of ceremonies who orchestrated the fanfare, drawing in crowds by offering ten lucky fans the chance to win free newly released products free of charge.
This event was no exception.
Despite the international hurdles, Charlotte had jumped through digital hoops to tune into the live stream from the Miller Group headquarters.
At the flagship store in the United StatesCountry M, every celebrity endorsing the Woan fragrance was in attendance,. tTheir presence electrifyinged the air as fans, both of the stars and the fragrance, congregated,. tTheir excitement was palpable, bearingand they carried glowing signs in fervent anticipation.
At eight o'clock sharp, the product launch would commence.
The emcee kicked things off with an all-encompassing introduction of the Woan fragrance, illuminating its inspiration, the journey of its development, and the careful selection of its ingredients, offering a richer understanding of the brand.
The stage backdrop featured advertisements shot with the fragrance's celebrity endorsariers, adding to the glamour.
Interactive fan segments and games punctuated the event, keeping the jubilant energy alive for the two-hour duration hours before the mystique of the Woan fragrance was finally unveiled.
In the center of the stage, a pedestal rose slowly.
Atop it rested a delicate crystal bottle that shimmered under the brilliant lights, like a dazzling star twinkling in the night sky—
. Everything was unfolding smoothly.
The fans exhibited unprecedented interest in the new fragrance.
At the climax, Hunter, the CEO of the Miller Group, stepped onto the stage. Just as he was about to deliver his speech, six individuals in uniform made their entranceentered—three from the Business Regulation Bureau and three from the Consumer Protection Agency.
A sly grin betrayed Hunter's anticipation, a spark of cold excitement flasheding in his eyes;. tThe long-awaited prey had taken the bait, and he was ready for the thrill of the hunt.
One of the officials, expression stern and unyielding, announced,. "We've received a tip: the Woan fragrance allegedly contains traces of copper exceeding legal limits. We'll need to take samples for testing. Until the results are in, all Woan fragrance products must be pulled from the shelves immediately."
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of disbelief.
"Is it true? Are tThe copper levels are too high?"
"No way!. How could the Miller Group make such a rookie mistake? Is this the work of someone green with envy, trying to set them up? Are they trying to sabotage the launch of the Woan fragrance?"
"I agree,; someone must be envious ofenvy the Woan fragrance's popularity and is deliberately causing trouble."
"Man, whoWho would stoop so low to resort to such tactics?"
Amidst a flurry of discussion, supporters rallied behind the Woan fragrance.
"We're all behind the Woan fragrance; there's no way their copper levels are off the charts. Someone's definitely trying to frame them."
"Exactly, you can't just force the Woan fragrance off the shelves without solid evidence."
"This is ridiculous. Am I to understand that anyone who doesn't like what they see can just secretly report it? You need concrete evidence to accuse someone of a crime, just like you need to catch a thief with the stolen goods in hand. You have no evidence, so what gives you the right to pull a product off the shelves?"
"We want evidence. Show us the proof, and we'll believe you..."
Fans formed a tight circle around the officials from the Bureau of Industry and Commerce officials and the regulatory agency, making it clear that no one was leaving without showing evidence.
Hunter, kept silent on an elevated platform, deliberately kept silent, letting them make their noise.
Among the clamoring crowd were genuine fans, and of course, some paid shills Hunter had hired to fuel the flames.
The man leading the Bureau's team was a middle-aged guy named Alan.
Seeing the anger in the crowd and knowing it was unstoppable, Alan softened his tone, "Excessive copper can cause serious skin damage. We're doing this for your safety. Rest assured, we will have the test results soon, and if there has been a mistake, we will make it right."
The fans wouldn't listen and refused to let them leave.
"This isn't good enough; we won't believe it without evidence."
"How do we know you haven't been bought off? What if the samples are tampered with to frame Woan fragrance?"
"Yeah, yeah, we want to see the testing process ourselves!"
Alan's face turned red with anger, and he breathed heavily, obviously infuriated.
Seeing things had reached the boiling point, Hunter chose this moment to step forward,. "Luckily, we brought a test machine today. We can run the tests right here in front of everyone."
"Yes, test it right now."
"We want to witness the results."
"We're the consumers,. wWe have the right to know."
Unable to withstand the persistent demands, Alan reluctantly agreed to test on -site.
The machine whirred to life onstage as Jimmy emerged, clad in a white lab coat and donning protective goggles from the lab, emerged. Everyone held their breath in anticipation of the results—.
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