In the middle of the night, when Silvia Austin woke up, her head was aching, and her mouth was dry.

Tonight, she was especially thrilled.

She worked on the perfume "First Love" for a long time and finally succeeded. After she won the prize in the contest tomorrow night, she could fix a date for her wedding with Ladarius Flores.

From university to now, they had known each other for five years, and they had been in love for three years.

She left everything behind and focused on inventing perfume. Finally, she helped him make his company thrive. The bright future was at her fingertips, so she had some wine tonight.

She rubbed her eyebrows and wanted to grab some water. Suddenly, she heard a strange sound coming from the next room.

She lived alone in the apartment that she rented, and Ladarius would occasionally spend the night, but he always lived next door.

Hearing the voice, she could not help but worry. Was he feeling unwell?

She got closer to the room and heard a woman's voice.

"Ladarius, will Silvia hear us?"

"That's what makes it more exciting, right? Baby, don't worry. I spiked her drink. I guarantee that she will sleep until tomorrow."

Although the man's voice was mixed with rough gasps, Silvia could tell that it was Ladarius' voice.

Silvia felt a chill deep down. Over the years, she had suffered from insomnia for her research, and she depended heavily on medication, so she was already immunized with sleeping pills.

"When the new product wins the prize tomorrow, I will be a senior perfumer, and my position in the field will be secured. There will be countless investments and talents for you to choose from. Silvia will be nothing!"

Silvia, who was standing at the door, clenched her fists. She had already recognized that it was Vivienne Stowe's voice.

Vivienne was Silvia's friend at university. And now, Vivienne was involved with Ladarius, Silvia's fiancé.

Silvia had heard some rumors before, but she insisted on trusting Vivienne and Ladarius. As a result, she suffered a heavy blow from reality.

"You slutty baby. I even named my company after you. Can't you see how much I love you? Silvia is just a springboard. If it weren't for you, would I have messed with her formula back in the rookie contest?"

"You are not allowed to say her name. Tell me, do you love me or her?"

Vivienne's voice was soft enough already. She elongated her words, making her voice sound particularly seductive. Yet for Silvia, it was so ear-piercing.

Silvia gritted her teeth and opened her eyes wide, as if she wanted to look through the door and see the bitch couple inside.

"You ... of course!"

The following sounds made Silvia sick. She clenched her fists so tightly that her palms were bleeding, and she barely suppressed the urge of rushing in.

She had never expected that she would end up like this.

She rose to fame three years ago in the state perfuming competition. At that time, she received countless invitations from big companies, including Warin. However, she turned down the offers for Ladarius' fledgling business and concentrated on helping him.

Two years ago, when she participated in a large-scale competition, something was wrong with her perfume. She was derided as a perfumer without a nose. Back then, she could not figure out what had gone wrong. Meanwhile, Ladarius was always there for her. He was even considerate enough to advise her to step down, leaving all the competitions and public appearances to Vivienne.

Silvia thought she and Ladarius had each other's backs while going through all the hardships, yet it turned out that she was just a pawn in his hands.

Back then, he named his company "V.L". Silvia never thought that it was the abbreviation of Vivienne and Ladarius' names.

It was a sign of Vivienne and Ladarius' romance, and Silvia worked so hard to make the company thrive. How foolish was she!

Finally, Silvia calmed down, no longer angry. She couldn't sleep for the whole night. It was almost dawn before she heard the sound of the bitch couple leaving.

Silvia immediately got up and rummaged through all the drawers. Finally, she found the gilded business card.

Three years ago, the president of Warin, Simon Palmer, personally gave her a name card. She did not know if the number had changed.

"Mr. Palmer, this is Silvia," she said nervously after the call went through. She held the phone tightly.

After a pause, she heard that the phone was not hung up. She quickly continued, "We met at the state perfuming contest three years ago. You gave me a card..."

"I remember."

The deep male voice and the simple words, surprisingly, eased her nervous mood.

"Here's the thing. I have an offer. Perhaps you will be interested."

After a short silence, Simon said in a low voice, "Come to my office tomorrow at nine o'clock."

Hearing that he was about to hang up the phone, Silvia hurriedly stopped him and said, "Wait... Mr. Palmer, tomorrow might be too late. Can we meet today? Also, the office might not be the best place to talk. Can we talk somewhere else?"

She was very anxious and spoke quickly. After she finished speaking, she could not help but feel a bit worried.

Warin's business accounted for two-thirds of the entire domestic cosmetics and skincare industry. It had an unimaginably wide business scope and huge capital backup.

As the CEO of Warin, Simon was a legend in the business world. Silvia should be lucky that he would agree to meet her. To haggle over the meeting time and place was a bold move of hers.

But her hands were tied.

The launch and the perfuming contest started tonight, and tomorrow would be too late. Moreover, going to his company would attract attention easily, which would affect her plan.

She tightened her grip on her phone, and her breathing became tentative. She went all out to take a gamble.

Silvia didn't hear any sound for a full three minutes. Just when she thought he was going to turn her down, she heard him say, "OK. Thirty minutes later, the café on Garden Road."

"Thank..."

Before Silvia could finish her sentence, she heard him add, "Remember to bring your ID card."

"Ah?"

He hung up.

Silvia came back to her senses and wondered if she heard him wrong, but there was no time.

She quickly changed her clothes, tidied herself up, and went out.

Fortunately, Garden Road was not very far away, and she arrived on time. When she was about to enter the café, she was stopped by someone.

"Ms. Austin?"

The man directly called out her name, but she did not know who he was. "Who are you?" she asked.

"My boss invites you to come over for a chat."

He made a gesture of invitation, and Silvia looked in the direction of his hand. A black Lincoln limousine was parked on the side of the road.

She instantly realized something.

Without any hesitation, she walked towards the car. The driver opened the door from the outside. She could only see a pair of slender legs and shiny leather shoes.

Silvia got into the car. The air conditioning in the car functioned well, and it was chilly inside. She shivered and looked up at the other person. "Hello, Mr. Palmer. I..."

"Get to the point."

His words were still simple, and his voice was still cold. Silvia stopped abruptly and saw his face.