Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 412: Changing the Opening Speaker

"History of Fragrance," "Chinese Stick Incense," "Combination of Spices," and more—all are thes of this speech, with every presenter a renowned figure in The Perfury Circle.

Elaine’s article is on "Emotion Fragrance."

After Nora Northwood finished understanding, it was already 11 o’clock at night. She closed her laptop and noticed the person sitting opposite her was also busy with company work.

"Grumble—"

An unusual sound broke the silence of the room.

Jasper Sinclair couldn’t suppress the upward curve at the corners of his mouth, "Hungry?"

"I rushed from work straight to the airport and didn’t have ti for dinner."

The man raised his wrist, looked at the ti on the watch face, and said, "At this hour, the hotel’s restaurant is probably out of service, let take you out to eat."

Nora Northwood stretched lazily, "I don’t want to move, how about we order so takeaway?"

"That works."

The whole day’s itinerary plus nearly three hours of travel had also drained Jasper Sinclair’s energy.

...

The forum day, first day.

Nora Northwood and Elaine arranged to leave the hotel together for the venue.

There were two rows of bodyguards standing at the entrance of the conference hall.

Guests gathered in abundance, and the lights shone like daylight, showcasing various faces from different countries.

Red velvet curtains draped over the podium as the conference backdrop, with clusters of fake flowers all around.

Nora Northwood found her seat as marked by the number on the invitation card, it was in the third row, more towards the center.

As she took her seat, she bumped into Yuna Hughes.

The other party was montarily stunned to see her there, probably feeling that her standing and status in the circle didn’t quite match this forum.

The second hand rested at twelve, and a host clad in a gown stepped onto the podium, unfolding the gathering.

"Welco everyone, for finding the ti amidst your busy schedules..." The clichéd opening line flowed into everyone’s ears through the venue’s speakers.

Once the greeting ended, the most exciting segnt began.

Finnian Lawrence dressed in a silver-gray suit—like an incomparable gentleman of elegance.

So below showed amazent, so smiled in delight.

According to the material they received, the first speaker was supposed to be a French perfur; why was it suddenly swapped?

There was quite a buzz of discussion.

Amid the crowd’s chatter, Finnian Lawrence stood before the podium, adjusting the microphone cord with noticeably defined fingers, yet what’s more captivating was his transcendent and refined deanor.

The gaze of a thousand in the venue focused entirely on one person.

Finnian Lawrence was composed, unfazed by a hint of nervousness.

Once the microphone was set, he began his speech: "Today’s the is the deep soul of fragrance, which might sound sowhat mysterious. I hope none of you feel I’m being ostentatious; reaching young adulthood and rare opportunities, I too wish to impress once."

As his voice ended, laughter erupted below; everyone carried goodwill, deeming it a very intriguing opening, far more amusing than the host’s scripted speech.

As the topic delved into depth, Finnian’s tone beca increasingly serious and earnest, his voice a gentle youth’s tone, drawing one into the depths.

In the first forty-five minutes of the speech, he seldom referred to the script in hand, spending most of his ti observing the audience below.