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Chapter 925
Camille's jaw practically hit the floor. Could Flora's perfume really be worth that much? Eighty million?! She could hardly believe it.
"Uh..." Liana was equally flabbergasted.
"Nathan, is this perfume really worth that kind of money?" Camille wondered if he was losing his marbles, but she kept that thought to herself out of respect for the old man's reputation.
She'd thought ten thousand bucks was steep, and here Nathan was talking eighty million like it was pocket change!
"Eighty million's probably a lowball! Never mind, explaining it to you is a waste of time. You just wouldn't get it," Nathan said, waving her off dismissively. He turned to Liana instead: "If you think that's cheap, how about a cool hundred million, huh?" Camille felt like she was in a daze, questioning everything she thought she knew. A hundred million for a little vial of perfume?
Liana hesitated, "Nathan, we can't just give it to you. It was a gift to us, and passing it on wouldn't be right."
Nathan looked a bit disappointed but quickly shrugged it off. It wasn't about owning the perfume; he wanted to find the genius behind it.
"Alright, then who made this masterpiece?" he asked, assuming the creator must be someone as seasoned as he was.
But Liana's response was a bombshell even for those used to high drama.
"The perfumer? She's a young girl named Flora. Connor's fiancée," Liana replied, leaving Nathan stunned.
Today's young women were truly remarkable, crafting such exquisite fragrances at such a tender age! Nathan had heard of Flora's exploits; the girl was a force of nature, shaking things up on Lone Island in no time at all.
Nathan didn't dismiss Flora because of her youth. On the contrary, he was thrilled. The art of perfumery was a dying trade, and discovering such a talented young person was a breath of fresh air. If the other old timers got wind of this, they'd be knocking down doors to recruit her.
Unable to resist, Nathan cast one last longing glance at the perfume bottle in Liana's hand. Such a treasure, he wished he could whisk it away for some serious study.
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got loads of benefits," Nathan
advised, rattling off its perks like boosting beauty, helping with sleep, sharpening focus, and calming the mind Those were just the
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you might even turn back the clock on aging.
By the end, his voice carried a tinge of envy.
No one doubted him for a second.
Liana and the others clutched the perfume tightly, feeling like they'd stumbled upon a gold mine.
The other ladies were green with jealousy. They wanted one too. If they'd known Flora's perfuming skills were this extraordinary, they would've stuck to their guns about getting her perfume rather than settling for something from Féraphine.
They shot Camille dirty looks, blaming her for their loss.
If it wasn't for her, they could've had Flora's creation in their hands!
Camille's face went a mix of red and pale, utterly mortified. That cheeky girl had such talent. But why should she? Flora was from a small town, not born into privilege like Camille. Oblivious to their inner turmoil, Nathan was eager to track down Flora and dashed out the door.
"Oh, one more thing-" he paused at the exit, turning to a lady in a blue dress, "You, being pregnant, should steer clear of the perfume you're holding. It might cause
complications."
With that, he made a quick exit.
The woman in the blue dress quickly tossed the perfume aside! Nathan's warning validated Flora's previous caution. Wearing that perfume could indeed lead to a miscarriage.