Nathaniel was surprised when he received a call from Eloise, but he had no reason to refuse her help.
He only wished for Frank to solve his company‘s problems and help them succeed When they went to
pick Frank up at night, Melanie‘s attitude toward him changed completely Earlier, she was unsure if he
was a true perfumer or a conman, but she felt more assured knowing that Eloise got him to help them.
Eloise belonged to Emerald City‘s elite social circle, where the rich and powerful congregated. Melanie
was sure Frank could assist them because he had connections with people at the top of their
respective fields.
“Mr. Moreau, we‘re glad you‘re here to help us!” Melanie offered to pour him a drink
She was wearing a maroon, strapless dress close to the color of the bottle of wine. Frank remained
neutral toward their acts of currying favor. “Ms. Neville helped me before this, and it‘s my turn to repay
her now. I‘ll fulfill whatever that I promised to do.”
Nathaniel nodded quickly. “Yes, I‘m sure this is just a piece of cake for you, Mr. Moreau. No matter
what, we still appreciate your help!”
Frank took a sip of wine and looked up slowly. His gaze fixed on Melanie‘s face, scanning her features
from her forehead to the tip of her nose, lips, and finally, her chin.
Frank‘s behavior displeased Nathaniel, but he refrained from reacting because of Frank‘s identity and
the fact that he was there to assist them.
“You‘re a perfumer too?” Frank asked.
Melanie was stunned for a moment before she nodded quickly. “Yes, I am! We‘re both from the same
industry, but I definitely can‘t compare to you. You‘re the master, and at most, I‘m just an amateur next
to you.”
She entertained him and tried to be as humble as she could.
“Didn‘t you win several awards and created a few popular perfumes before?” Frank picked up his
wineglass and asked indifferently.
Melanie was unsure what Frank wanted to know. She glanced at Nathaniel, only to find that he was just
as confused as her. “I just got lucky. I still have a lot to learn, and I hope I can learn a lot from you,”
Melanie answered.
“You got lucky?” Frank laughed, his tone laced with a hint of mockery. “In this field, some perfumers are
talented, some are more hardworking than the rest, some were allowed to shine, but none got lucky!”
“Well...” Melanie felt awkward, not knowing what to say.
“You‘re considered an experienced perfumer, yet you can‘t even differentiate the differences in the
formula?”
Frank’s words were sharp while his gaze was judging her every move. It made Melanie feel
uncomfortable and anxious. Her cheeks were red, perhaps from embarrassment.
Biting down on her lip, she said, “Mr. Morean, it‘s not that I can‘t differentiate it, but Lily is just too
cunning!”
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