Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau-Chapter 717 - 372: She Lacks Taste
The secretary at the door, seeing the situation wasn’t looking good, quickly closed the door of the CEO’s office tightly.
Fortunately, the door was very soundproof, so no matter if there was a big fuss inside, and heads were bashed together, people outside wouldn’t hear a thing!
The secretary couldn’t help but applaud himself for his quick and decisive response.
He was truly a smart cookie!
Inside the office, the atmosphere instantly quieted down.
It felt like the tension before a storm, or the relief when the other shoe finally drops.
Lawrence Winters closed his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath.
Telling herself, she couldn’t lose face in front of this "perfect couple". Even if she had to make a scene, it had to be done with style... hell with it!
To hell with it!
For God’s sake, the other party was being this arrogant right in your face, why hold back!
Holding back too much in these situations would lead to breast hyperplasia!
Sisters should not hold back, flip the table and go for it!
Lawrence Winters clenched her fists, her aura gradually becoming stronger.
Spring Spencer seemed stunned, momentarily not reacting, still maintaining her previous posture, motionless.
A few seconds later, as Lawrence Winters was almost at Kenneth Osborne’s desk, Spring Spencer snapped back, straightened up, took a few steps back, skirted around the desk, and walked out from behind Kenneth, smiling at Lawrence Winters, saying, "Miss Winters, don’t misunderstand, I was just reviewing some sample pieces from the tech department with Mr. Osborne. We had some differing opinions, so we planned to solve them first and then invite the client for acceptance next week. But since you’re here, we can take a look today. Let’s go to the conference room."
Words that seemed to calm the situation. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
As Spring Spencer moved, the light, faint scent of perfume in the office began to spread.
Lawrence Winters squinted slightly.
It was the famous signature perfume Flowerbomb by Novak.
It’s unlike the universally known Chanel No. 5 and, due to its high price, only a few people could use it daily.
This perfume’s top notes blend tangy and sweet bergamot oil, fragrant tea, and the subtle aroma of osmanthus, perfectly balancing fruity, tea, and floral notes, refreshing the mind.
The middle notes add a hint of fresh jasmine, combined with the translucent sweetness reminiscent of childhood orange flowers, lasting and slightly stimulating iris and freesia, along with the mysterious sweet rose and elegant orchid notes, making the middle notes lastingly sweet with a touch of childhood innocence.
As for the base notes, they’re prepared for the nighttime; a busy career woman sitting in a bar after work, a hint of a tired smile on her face, the freshly bathed scent of white musk, and the humid afternoon earthy patchouli, making their grand entrance.
Florals, sweetness, and a hint of zest are blended in the perfect proportion, the best perfume to make a woman’s allure explode.
Don’t ask how she knows this, but thanks to her green tea index max level roommate "Three Billion", coupled with her extraordinary memory, Lawrence knows these perfumes’ properties and formulas by heart.
In short, it’s a perfume of elegant temperament, intellect, yet an undeniable femininity, its scent unfolding like layers of blossoming flowers throughout the day.
Scent-sensitive males would notice the difference immediately.
Unfortunately, most straight men are not scent-sensitive; their noses only detect two kinds of smells: good and bad.
Kenneth Osborne is such a scent-insensitive straight man; he couldn’t feel the blossoming beauty, but Lawrence Winters was different. She wasn’t a straight man; she was a woman, and she could perceive it.
Though this perfume is a favorite of many career women, even "Three Billion" had several bottles, in Lawrence Winters’ eyes, it has now become evidence of sneaky dealings.
Her eye twitched uncontrollably, and her fingers slightly trembled, wanting to fight, wanting to destroy.
As Spring Spencer brushed past her shoulder, Lawrence Winters suddenly reached out, grabbed that shoulder-length black hair with natural waves.
"Ah—!" Spring Spencer, caught off guard, felt a sharp pain in her scalp, instinctively reaching out, trying to push away Lawrence Winters.
How could Spring Spencer contend with Lawrence Winters’ prowess?
She dragged Spring Spencer over, holding her across her front.
With her left hand holding Spring Spencer’s two hands clamped behind her back, and her right hand applied a little force, Spring Spencer was forced to look up, tears in her eyes, gazing at Kenneth Osborne sitting on the opposite side of the desk.
