Is Marianne’s marriage related to me? But I don’t have any mutual friends with her. Ruthanne was pondering over the matter when a realization suddenly dawned on her. Is Marianne’s fiancé Mr. Hunter Jenner? That lecherous plump man? Well, I have to admit that Marianne and Mr. Jenner make a great couple. She’s flirty, and he’s horny. With that thought in mind, Ruthanne flashed an amused smile and locked eyes with Marianne. “I apologize, but my schedule is quite full at the moment. I’m afraid I can’t devote my attention to your concerns.” Marianne had worked hard to make Ruthanne all worked up, but the b*tch refused to take the bait and instead left her feeling humiliated. Despite hoping to provoke a reaction from Ruthanne, Marianne was dismayed to realize her attempts were met with calm indifference. Fuming with anger, she gritted her teeth and fired back, “Ruthanne, you should be aware that my husband is—” “Marianne Forrest!” Ruthanne’s voice rose, effectively silencing her. “You might be getting married soon, but you’re still unmarried as of now. Are you certain the outcome will align with your desires?” Marianne had a brain fart and was rendered speechless. “If I were in your shoes, I would be by his side at all times. Instead, you’re parading around, flaunting your status before even tying the knot. Should the wedding plans fall apart, you’ll be the one facing embarrassment.” Failing to get what she came here for, Marianne was seething in anger. Nevertheless, she took Ruthanne’s advice seriously. Theodoric did promise to marry me, but another b*tch suddenly appeared and took the place of his wife. I should have been Mrs. Lasker, but now I’m left with nothing. It has been a whole day, and Theodoric hasn’t even reached out to me. I don’t even have his phone number, so if he breaks his promise, I won’t be able to contact him. This situation is unacceptable. I’ll have to ask my father to find Theodoric’s company address. I’ll pay him a visit, put on a pitiful act, and demand answers about what is going on. Regaining her senses, she glared at Ruthanne and warned, “Ruthanne, this isn’t over. Just you wait. When I marry into a wealthy family, I’ll make sure to make you pay the price!” “Okay, I’ll wait for that day to come,” Ruthanne responded, pursing her lips in disdain. A truly intelligent person would never allow others to see through their facade. As for Marianne, who constantly boasted and showed off, Ruthanne couldn’t help but find her laughable. At the same time, back at the CEO’s office in Lasker Group, Theodoric was lounging on a soft armchair, his eyes half-closed. He delicately pinched a fragrance test strip between his slender fingers and brought it to his nose, taking a light sniff. In the next moment, a frown formed on his face, and his expression grew more somber. A handsome young man sitting across from him expressed concern. “Are you still unable to smell anything?” Theodoric crumpled up the fragrance test strip and tossed it on the ground in frustration. “Mm,” he grunted. The man beside Theodoric was Silvius Coldhurst, Theodoric’s psychiatrist. Three years ago, Theodoric had lost his sense of smell in a car accident. Despite undergoing numerous secret examinations overseas, he had failed to uncover the underlying cause. Doctors suggested it could be a psychological issue, leading him to hire Silvius to help him. However, even after three years, there was no improvement in his condition. Silvius let out a soft sigh and stood up, making his way to the stereo system. He switched it on and selected a soothing piano piece to calm Theodoric down. In a gentle tone, Silvius posed a thought-provoking question. “In recent times, has anything particularly memorable occurred? Take a moment to reflect. It’s possible that you may have come across certain scents in certain incidents but dismissed them unconsciously due to your accustomed lack of smell.” Theodoric shut his eyes and recalled what happened in the past few days. To his astonishment, a vivid recollection of a wild night rushed to his mind. In that fleeting moment, a delicate fragrance brushed past his nostrils, so subtle that it nearly eluded his attention. However, upon retrospection, it became indelibly etched in his memory, refusing to be forgotten. “I think…” Knock! Knock! Before Theodoric could finish his sentence, someone knocked on the glass door, interrupting his treatment session. He opened his eyes, returning to his usual icy self. His assistant, Ballard, entered the office accompanied by another assistant who carried a tray with several bottles of perfume samples. Recently, the perfume company Romanesque, a subsidiary of Lasker Group, organized a prestigious perfume design contest. The perfume samples displayed on the tray had been carefully selected from among thousands of entries submitted for the competition. “Mr. Lasker, the qualifying trial for the perfume design competition has concluded. These are the entries that have been selected. Please take a look,” Ballard said, motioning for his assistant to place the tray on the coffee table. After Theodoric lost his sense of smell, he entrusted the task of personally testing fragrances to his childhood friend and someone with a similar taste, Silvius. Without waiting for any instructions, Silvius stepped forward and retrieved fragrance test strips to dip into the perfumes, meticulously beginning his selection process. The perfume bottles were positioned within Theodoric’s reach. He scanned his gaze over them, his eyes settling on a perfume with a distinctive color. Without hesitation, he picked it up. While creating colored perfumes was not uncommon among perfume companies, this particular sample caught Theodoric’s attention. Its soft green hue with delicate sparkles stood out from the rest. To his recollection, he hadn’t come across anything quite like it in the market. Without hesitation, he brought the perfume sample close to his nose and inhaled its scent. A moment of surprise flashed across his face, followed by a frown as he looked at Ballard with disbelief. “I don’t recall any green perfume in the competition. Where did you obtain this?” Hearing that, Ballard gazed at the perfume sample. Realizing his mistake, he broke into a cold sweat and quickly explained, “I apologize, Mr. Lasker. It’s entirely my fault. This particular perfume missed the submission deadline, and unfortunately, it arrived after the qualifying trial had concluded. While we were retrieving the selected perfume samples from the fragrance room, the administrator there was also disposing of the perfume samples that didn’t qualify for the next round. There must have been some confusion, leading to its presence here. Allow me to dispose of it immediately.” Theodoric’s fingers tightened around the bottle, his thumb tracing the smooth surface repeatedly. “Does this perfume have a name?” Ballard halted in his tracks. Is Mr. Lasker interested in this perfume? But he can’t smell anything! Despite his confusion, he racked his brain for an answer. He quickly remembered that the perfume came with a design concept. “Yes, Mr. Lasker. Its name is ‘Aurora’.” “Aurora?” As Theodoric held the perfume named “Aurora,” he felt his sense of smell slowly reawakening. Furrowing his brows, he urged, “Find the perfumer now. I want to meet them!”