At Jadeborough Hospital, Ruthanne received a call from Romanesque’s design department not long after Marianne left. Initially, she was taken aback. After all, when she sent out her resume to various companies, she had little hope for Romanesque, given its esteemed reputation as a renowned perfume company. With their high standards for hiring, she had assumed she wouldn’t make the cut in their selection process. With a job at Romanesque, I can finally save up enough money to leave Jadeborough once Grandma recovers. She thought things were finally working out for her. Little did she know that the road ahead would be filled with unexpected challenges and obstacles. Thirty minutes later, Ruthanne arrived at the grand headquarters of Romanesque. Following the secretary’s guidance, she made her way to the top floor of the impressive building. As the secretary pushed open the glass door, Ruthanne stepped into a breathtaking sight that left her utterly astonished. Being a simple girl from the countryside, she had never experienced such a majestic environment before. The office was vast, with expansive windows lining three of its walls, allowing ample natural sunlight to flood the space. The presence of carefully arranged plants added a touch of enchantment, transforming the room into a magical oasis. However, Ruthanne couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease as she noticed the bustling crowd gathered within the room. Her eyes landed on the table in the center, where her perfume sample was prominently displayed. Are they here to interview me? Ruthanne’s gaze shifted as she noticed a man standing by the window with his back on the others. The man towered over the others, his height reaching an impressive one hundred and ninety centimeters, instantly drawing attention amidst the bustling crowd. His commanding presence exuded an air of authority, adding to his already formidable demeanor. Strangely, she found him familiar. The secretary approached the man respectfully, holding the information form Ruthanne had filled out prior to coming upstairs. She reported, “Mr. Lasker, the designer of ‘Aurora’ has arrived.” The man nodded briefly, taking the form from the secretary and scanning its contents. As his eyes fell upon the document, his expression suddenly tensed, and he swiftly turned around. As Ruthanne met Theodoric’s gaze, her eyes widened in disbelief, mirroring his own surprise. The man possessed a fair complexion, accompanied by sharp and well-defined features. His tailored dark green suit accentuated his stature, while a small mole beside his piercing eyes lent him an air of mystery, enhancing his already striking handsomeness. Ruthanne froze in surprise, failing to regain her composure. It’s Theodoric! Why is he here? I can’t believe he’s the mysterious person in charge of Romanesque. “I can’t believe it…” Ruthanne muttered under her breath with her gaze fixed on Theodoric. A scowl formed on Theodoric’s face. He exuded an intimidating aura as his displeasure became evident. He sternly demanded, “I should be the one saying that. Ruthanne, I can’t believe you would stoop so low as to employ this deceitful tactic just to remain by my side!” I was wondering why she agreed to leave the manor this morning. It turns out she has hatched this plan! The perfumers who were summoned for the interview exchanged bewildered glances among themselves as they processed the unexpected revelation. They were taken aback to see the seemingly plain woman, dressed in an outdated attire, standing before them as the designer of “Aurora.” What further astonished them was the familiarity and apparent closeness she shared with their CEO, evident from her tone and demeanor. Ruthanne was well aware of Theodoric’s hostility toward her, and despite her sincere efforts to explain herself, he remained stubbornly convinced that she had ulterior motives. Determined to set the record straight, she swallowed her pride and firmly refuted his accusations as she really needed the job. “Mr. Lasker, I want to clarify that I am a participant in the competition. I submitted my perfume anonymously half a month ago, and at that time, I had no knowledge of your identity or your association with Romanesque.” Theodoric’s gaze was icy as he approached Ruthanne. “Are you saying that it is just a coincidence?” Ruthanne replied fearlessly, “Yes, it’s nothing but a coincidence.” Theodoric flung the form onto the table with a dismissive gesture and crossed his arms defiantly. “Coincidences can happen, but repeated occurrences suggest a deliberate scheme!” “Mr. Lasker, if it weren’t for your company reaching out to me today, I doubt we would have crossed paths so soon,” Ruthanne calmly replied, her patience wearing thin. She glanced at her perfume sample on the table and continued, “Even if there was a scheme involved, it was never aimed at you personally. My goal was to become a perfumer at Romanesque. I believe your company contacted me today because they saw potential in my perfume and recognized the benefits it could bring. Mr. Lasker, I received an invitation to be here, and it had nothing to do with you.” Hearing that, the crowd gasped in disbelief. How dare the ugly woman offend Mr. Lasker? Does she have a death wish?