Female NovelChapter 1004: Extreme Behavior
How embarrassing!
What on earth had he been talking about?
He was simply showing off his limited knowledge.
His handsome face flushed with a mix of pain and embarrassment.
Rubbing his hands, he said awkwardly, "Well... Sylvia, I didn't know you were an expert in perfumes. This morning was my..."
"It's okay," Sylvia interrupted with a smile. "Uncle, after all, I never mentioned that I could make perfumes before, so it's normal for you to misunderstand."
"Mr. R has now signed with our company, so we are saved!" Joel Hipps had already devised a comprehensive marketing plan, including how to mass-produce the "Rebirth" perfume.
He had thought of almost everything.
He was eager to get started immediately.
That afternoon, Hipps Group released new promotional materials for their perfume, along with the latest news.
#Hipps Group Signs Perfume Expert Mr. R#
#Mr. R Launches New Product "Rebirth"#
#Rebirth Follows the Legacy#
Netizens were instantly abuzz.
"Oh my god, 'Rebirth' is my all-time favorite perfume; I can't live without it. It's a pity Mr. R hasn't released anything new since 'Rebirth,' and now there's going to be a new product?" "Why collaborate with a company like Hipps Group? Why not go for an international brand?"
"Is Mr. R crazy? Hipps Group's reputation couldn't be worse."
"But... given Mr. R's expertise in perfumery, I still want to buy 'Rebirth.' 'Rebirth' was great; 'Rebirth' will surely be even better."
"Yes, yes, a must-buy!"
"Rebirth' is a must-buy; 'Rebirth' even more so!"
The buzz was overwhelming!
It was simply explosive.
Hipps Group's PR and marketing departments immediately began various promotional and marketing strategies.
They not only placed pre-sale links on major e-commerce platforms but also offered many perfume samples.
The most enticing part was Mr. R's autograph!
After all, Mr. R had many die-hard perfume fans.
Unfortunately, Mr. R hadn't released any new products for years. Now that a new product was finally coming out, the enthusiasm was unprecedentedly high.
Many rival companies were envious and resentful.
Thus, the recent unfortunate incident involving Maritza Perfume was once again dug up, criticized, and ridiculed.
"Have you forgotten about Hipps Group's perfume scandal?"
"This time they might mess up again; are you still willing to buy?"
"I'm not risking it."
"I'm scared; I don't want bad luck."
For a while, supporters and detractors were evenly matched, fiercely arguing with each other.
Despite this, the pre-sale link for the perfume remained highly popular.
Joel Hipps was all smiles every day. "Miss Andrews is truly our family's lucky star! By seniority, should she call me uncle? Am I actually Mr. R's uncle? No one would believe it if I told them." Wayne was even happier than him. "Then I'm her cousin? Haha, Dad, I need to give my cousin a gift. I also want to humbly learn how to make perfumes from her."
"Yes, yes, you must give her a grand gift," Joel Hipps agreed. "Go handle it right away."
Wayne nodded and left.
He went straight to the mall, thinking that girls usually like high-end jewelry and accessories, so he picked out an expensive set of jewelry.
He hurried home and went directly to the main house to find Sylvia.
Sylvia was in the kitchen with Old Mrs. Hipps making dumplings.
She had personally prepared the filling and rolled the dumpling skins, which made Old Mrs. Hipps extremely happy.
"I never thought I'd live to eat dumplings made by my granddaughter."
"If you like them, I'll cook for you every day," Sylvia said, smiling at Old Mrs. Hipps's delighted expression.
Her rosy lips blossomed like tender petals, and her almond-shaped eyes were full of joy.
Old Mrs. Hipps was even happier when she heard this. Looking at the neatly arranged plates of dumplings, her mood couldn't have been better.
"Alright, alright, I'll rely on you from now on."
As the grandmother and granddaughter chatted, Wayne arrived.
"Miss Andrews! The housekeeper, is Miss Andrews here?"
The housekeeper was surprised to see Wayne with an exquisite gift bag in hand but still led him to the kitchen.
"Madam, Young Master Wayne is here to see Miss Andrews."
Sylvia's hands were covered in flour. When she looked up and saw Wayne, who looked quite proper-though not as handsome as Clare-she asked, "What's up? Is there something you need?" Hadn't they already signed the contract at the company?
She wondered inwardly.
Wayne was momentarily stunned to see Sylvia making dumplings so down-to-earth, with dumplings shaped like diamonds. Were all perfume masters this approachable?
He suddenly felt inexplicably nervous under Sylvia's clear gaze.
As the son of the general manager at the company, he usually had smooth sailing... but in front of Sylvia, he felt a bit foolish...
And what bothered him most was that he was actually a few years older than Sylvia!
"I... I specially picked out this gift for you!" he said awkwardly, placing the exquisite gift bag on the kitchen counter.
Sylvia glanced at the familiar logo on the bag and couldn't help but smile. "Thank you. Just call me Sylvia from now on. After all, you're my cousin!"
She kindly refrained from telling Wayne that the jewelry brand was her own creation and that she had designed the jewelry herself. The big "X"logo was quite conspicuous.
After all, he had come to give her a gift; she didn't want to be ungrateful.
Seeing that Sylvia accepted the gift without refusing and even spoke kindly to him, Wayne breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hongsheng, stay for dumplings! Bring your dad over too," Old Mrs. Hipps warmly invited Wayne. "Sylvia made plenty of filling."
Wayne's heart raced. Could he really eat dumplings with this perfume master? And ones she made herself?
This treatment... he could brag about it to the head of the research department for a year!
He nodded eagerly. "Okay, Grandma, I'll call my dad."
Joel Hipps received the call and was surprised by such an ordinary invitation.
He quickly left the company and rushed home.
The Hipps family happily ate dumplings together.
After making them, Sylvia prepared some dipping sauce and left the cooking to the servants.
She sat in the dining room listening to Joel Hipps and the others chat with the elderly couple.
Her thoughts drifted far away. She
wondered how Franklin was doing-if he was eating well or drinking
gel
enough... He used to refuse food
unless it was cooked by her.
Since they got back together, his appetite had improved significantly.
Now...
Franklin was also eating dumplings at that moment.
"No matter how good the chef is, it's not as tasty as Sylvia's cooking," Franklin complained as he put down his fork in disgust.
He found these dumplings utterly tasteless.
Jasper thought they were quite good and believed Franklin's distaste was psychological.
"Mr. Maskelyne, please eat a bit more. Your health is important; you need to be well to find your wife!" Jasper urged earnestly.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Sure enough, Franklin picked up his fork again after Jasper's encouragement.
He wouldn't fall; even if he had to crawl, he'd make his way back to Sylvia.
Health is the foundation of everything.
The chef watched nervously from a distance.
Mr. Maskelyne had such a picky palate!
None of his dishes seemed to suit Franklin's taste; his years of culinary skills seemed worthless before Mr. Maskelyne.
He almost doubted his own cooking abilities.
All those years of experience felt wasted.
Fortunately... fortunately, Franklin had eaten five dumplings this time.
After dinner, the doctor came by to check on Franklin's health again, focusing particularly on his eyes.
"We've used plenty of detoxifying medicine and done rehabilitation exercises; why hasn't his vision returned?" The doctor wondered but couldn't figure it out.
He had also given Franklin some eye-strengthening medicine, but it hadn't worked.
Feeling frustrated, he often thought about suggesting to the president that they find Phoenix-the master who created the bizarre poison "Countless Love Ties." But he feared being scolded for incompetence.
So he persisted with his treatment methods.
This time he tried hot compresses for Franklin's eyes.
"Apply a hot compress for ten minutes every night before bed; it might help your eyes," he instructed Jasper before leaving.
Franklin sneered. "I think he's run out of ideas; he can't cure my eyes."
If it could be cured, it would have been done already.
Why else would they try all sorts of methods?
Jasper felt sad. "Mr. Maskelyne, let's give it a try anyway; what if it works?"
Franklin lay quietly in bed without saying anything more.
The warmth of the hot compress on his eyes felt somewhat comforting.
But inside, he felt a mix of emotions as if countless cats were scratching at him.
Especially when he thought of Sylvia-it pained him deeply.
So many days had passed... he'd been stuck in this presidential residence for so long.
He didn't know how she was doing-whether she was well or not.
This painful longing from being apart was something he never wanted to experience again.
Under the warm sensation of the compress, he gradually fell asleep.
Jasper listened to his even breathing and then sent Sylvia a message on Facebook: "Young Master is asleep."
He attached a photo of Franklin as well.
He didn't dare tell Franklin that he had been secretly communicating with Sylvia all along; he feared Franklin might lose control and do something extreme.