Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 272: Fragrance Expo

December 4th.

The two returned to Stanton City to attend a fragrance exhibition.

Stanton City had just seen a light rain, and the entire city seed veiled with a thin layer of gauze. Peculiar little puddles remained in the dips and uneven spots along the road.

The high-end exhibition hall.

A red carpet stretched over a dozen ters, extending from inside the exhibit to one side of the street.

Today, not only were there professionals from the fragrance industry, but also nurous high society figures and so executives from the entertainnt industry.

The combination of lights and cara flashes at the scene was even brighter than daylight, an ostentation completely unbecoming of a niche industry exhibition.

Nora Northwood sat in the car, feeling the pressure as she watched the photographers wielding caras on their shoulders.

In the past few days, these photographers had surrounded her several tis, causing her to feel inexplicably anxious at the sight of caras now.

Jasper Sinclair noticed her discomfort and kindly said, "The security guards will follow behind you."

Nora rubbed her temples, "It’s alright, we might as well take this opportunity to promote VK."

Right after, the driver opened the car door from the outside.

A pair of elegant, slender legs stepped out of the car, and within a re half second, dozens of photographers turned their attention this way.

In fact, the reporters didn’t even know who was in the car; they just assud that anyone riding in a luxury car must be soone of importance.

When Nora Northwood’s body was fully out, so reporters recognized her as the recently famous Perfury Muse.

The notable perfurs in Stanton City are all reliant on family heritage and business.

Soone like Nora, who started from scratch with no background, is indeed rare.

Jasper Sinclair followed closely behind.

Soon, the reporters crowded over, stopping a ter away from them.

"President Sinclair, what do you think of your wife being called the Perfury Muse?"

"Why haven’t we heard about your wedding in the industry? Are you in a clandestine relationship?"

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A string of questions entered Nora Northwood’s ears.

She pressed her lips together, thinking: These reporters have no creativity; it’s still those sa dull questions over and over.

Nevertheless, she smiled lightly and answered each with equally clichéd responses.

Jasper Sinclair looked at her gently without saying a word.

Not until Nora had answered all the questions she could did the reporters finally let her go.

Next, the two of them entered the exhibition.

lodious and gentle piano music flowed slowly from the speakers, with each note tugging at the heart.

Nora attentively observed the people there, assessing their identities based on their attire and speech.

She couldn’t have imagined that one day she would be judging people with a "prejudiced lens."

Work had turned her into a type of person she once didn’t quite like.

"What are you thinking?"

Jasper Sinclair, seeing her lost in thought, gently pulled back her attention.

Nora shook her head, "Nothing much, just so old mories."

Then, she took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and sipped a little.

The crystalline wine lingered on her lips, adding a touch of allure to her.

As Nora gently swirled the goblet, her gaze fixed on a bottle of fragrance nad "The Corner."

"Jasper, co with to the front to have a look."

A man and a woman moved together gracefully.

A few young ladies with a debutante vibe passed by them, discussing the organizer of the exhibition.

"I heard the young master of the Lawrence Family will be attending..." "Several bottles of fragrance were personally crafted by him!

Nora didn’t intend to listen, yet the words still reached her ears.