"Natalie, don’t be ridiculous!" Briena snapped, her fury evident. "You dare claim you’re Dew? Dew might actually sue you for faking her identity!"
Natalie remained completely unbothered. "Well, feel free to prove otherwise—go ahead and contact the Dew you know."
Briena turned sharply to Charlotte. "Can we call Dew’s manager?"
Charlotte humd in acknowledgnt, and soon, the manager was called forward—a woman dressed in formal business attire, carrying a sleek business bag in her hand.
"This is Dew’s manager, Ms. Shina," Charlotte introduced.
"Ms. Shina, this woman is claiming to be Dew," Briena said, her voice sharp. "I want you to inform Dew that soone is trying to impersonate them. As their manager, you need to take action."
Shina glanced at Natalie before turning back to Briena.
"I can’t do as you ask. She is—"
"Why not? Are you scared just because she has soone rich backing her?" Irene interrupted, her tone accusatory. "Fraud is fraud, and she can be sued for this!"
Shina maintained her professional attitude. "Will you let speak, Miss?"
Irene fell silent, and Shina finally continued.
"Ms. Natalie is Dew." She paused, letting the words settle. "That’s why I can’t do as you said. I can’t sue my own boss destroying her own creation."
Another wave of shock rippled through the hall.
Briena stiffened. "Are you in cahoots with Natalie, lying in front of all these powerful people?" She refused to accept this revelation.
"I am not," Shina replied calmly.
She unzipped her black office bag—the one she always carried—and pulled out a set of docunts.
"I always carry identification to confirm my position as Dew’s manager. And here," she held up several perfectly laminated, official certificates, "is proof that my boss is, in fact, the famous perfur, Dew."
Briena instinctively reached for the docunts, but Shina pulled them back.
"Not you," she said firmly. "I can’t show these docunts to soone uninford like you. Any official person here who knows how to verify legal docunts is welco to take a look."
"I will do it."
A well-respected guest among the attendees stood up to volunteer.
He took the docunts, examined them carefully, while others waited holding their breaths.
Ivan, utterly shocked, could only stare at Natalie, ’She can’t be Dew. She can’t be...’
After a mont, the man announced, "These are real docunts. Ms. Natalie is Dew."
"This can’t be..." Briena muttered, her face drained of color.
"Miss, are you doubting my credibility?" the man asked, displeased. "There are many others here who will say the sa thing as ."
Charlotte, who knew the man’s status well, imdiately stepped in.
"Apologies, Mr. Raider. She’s just shocked. We trust your judgnt."
The docunts were passed through several more hands—other esteed guests who were well-versed in verifying official paperwork.
Each one confird the sa truth.
Natalie was Dew.
The hall was filled with stunned silence.
The elusive perfur, the one they had all been so eager to et, the one whose creations they had been bidding millions—even billions—for... Had been standing right in front of them all along.
The most shocked person in the hall Ivan, he stepped forward, grabbed the docunts from the others, and checked them himself—only to be filled with utter regret.
Natalie was Dew.
All along, he had Dew working for his company, and he had been the one to kick her out. What had he done?
Natalie turned to Shina. "I’ll see you later."
Shina nodded and left.
And with that, the event ca to an end, leaving everyone in attendance with many unexpected revelations to process.
Afterward, nurous guests tried to approach Natalie, eager to request a custom perfu from her. So even offered to pay any price she asked.
But Natalie politely rejected every single one of them.
Without looking back, she left the event with Jas Harper.
Inside the car, Natalie found herself once again wondering what Jas must be thinking after all that drama.
She inhaled deeply, gathering her courage.
"Thank you for supporting , Mr. Harper."
"No one should dare look down on my companion," he replied in his usual emotionless tone.
Natalie humd lightly. "I hope I didn’t break any rules."
"You did well," he replied.
She turned slightly, glancing at him—but Jas kept his gaze fixed ahead, making it impossible for her to read him.
He didn’t ask her a single question.
If it had been anyone else, they would have been curious about her being Dew. But this man...
Not the slightest surprise crossed his face. All he cared about was that his companion ca out as a winner.
Natalie sighed inwardly. With such an emotionless man, a woman would spend her entire life wondering what he truly thinks. Her days would be spent trying to read his heart and mind. What a cold block of ice.
Her thoughts drifted to Justin. I am glad in this manner, Justin is not like him at all. Justin is more proactive and open, a light smile painted in her lips, in fact more than he should be.
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Ivan and Briena returned to their hotel along with Irene. All three of them were devastated by the truth.
Ivan’s mind was flooded with questions.
If she was Dew, why did she hide it from all these years?
Why did she even feel the need to stay hidden from fa?
And so on...
But above all those questions, what weighed on him the most was regret. He had let go of the best perfur in the world. She had been working right under his nose, and he had been too blind to recognize her abilities.
If only she was still with him...
If only...
Briena was lost in her own world as well—silently cursing Natalie over and over again. The more she looked at Ivan, the more she felt like she was losing him.
But she forced herself to stay calm, repeating in her mind:
Once my movie is released and I beco a superstar, Ivan won’t think about her—even if she’s Dew. I just have to keep calm.
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