My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 95: Spoiling Her Blind

Adeline Lowell was stunned by Silas Norwood’s words.

There were fewer than thirty bases in the world capable of cultivating near-extinct raw perfume materials. But as for enormous bases like Sapphire Shores, spanning hundreds of acres, there were ten at the very most. Five of those were controlled by the tycoon behind Mr. Trenton, while the rest had been completely carved up by the world’s major perfumer families.

Now that an SS-grade base had finally been surveyed and discovered, its potential was staggering. Forget ten years of free use—even five would be enough to double the Lowell Family’s reserves of top-tier raw materials. The future prospects it represented were incalculable.

Not only was Silas Norwood offering the base as a lure, but on top of that, he was even promising a set of exquisite raw incense essences every year...

Adeline Lowell composed herself. "As far as I know, the Norwood Family isn’t involved in the incense-making field. Chairman Norwood, you just sat through an hour-long lecture and seemed to only half-understand it; you’re clearly a layman. I won’t even ask how you can be the one to call the shots for the Sapphire Shores Base, but forgive my forwardness... what are the twelve types of raw incense essences you mentioned?"

"Kynam agarwood, musk, ambergris, amber..." Silas Norwood casually rattled off twelve types. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Her heart pounded with every name he listed. The twelve types he had just mentioned were all essences that couldn’t be obtained through cultivation. Agarwood required specific trees to secrete resin for decades, even centuries, with a natural formation rate of less than one percent. The proportion of Kynam was even more outrageous, accounting for less than 0.001% of all agarwood, making it utterly priceless. As for things like musk, ambergris, and amber, acquiring them depended entirely on luck. Forget one set per year—in all its history, the Lowell Family had never managed to assemble a single complete set.

"You must be joking, Chairman Norwood..." Adeline Lowell’s throat felt a little dry.

As an incense master herself, she knew that while the valuable supply chains Kian Sterling had offered were impressive, the temptations Silas Norwood was now presenting were enough to make her cast aside all dignity.

But it was so tempting, in fact, that it felt like an utterly absurd joke.

But Silas Norwood had no interest in explaining himself.

"I never joke. These things are in exchange for the eighteen elders of the Lowell Family providing their unreserved tutelage to my girlfriend. Whether online or offline, they are to be on call for her, serving her for life."

"Both you and the Ninth Master are such shrewd businessmen, yet when it comes to Miss Sterling, you insist on making deals that are a massive loss..."

"I have more than enough of these material things. But a wife... I only get one."

Silas Norwood’s expression was placid and detached. "Do we have a deal?"

"If what you’re saying is true, Chairman Norwood," Adeline Lowell took a deep breath, "then it’s an offer I can’t refuse."

’Forget one Celia Sterling.’

’With terms like these, I’d treat ten Celia Sterlings like royalty. The family rules? Compared to the future of the Lowell Family, the rules had to take a backseat.’

After a brief silence.

"Miles Trenton will contact you. Discuss the rest with him."

Silas Norwood rose, politely finished the tea in his cup, and his elegant, refined figure departed from the white jade pavilion.

Adeline Lowell remained where she stood, gulping down the now-cold tea, her mind reeling.

’Miles Trenton... The name sounded so familiar...’

In the distance, the butler approached once more. "There’s a rumor going around, my lady. They’re saying the one who secured the Sapphire Shores Base was a Mr. Trenton."

’Trenton?’

Adeline Lowell’s head snapped up. "Which Mr. Trenton?"

"The one who was at the villa two days ago. You had a drink with him," the butler explained. "Who would have thought? In just two days, he’d act with such lightning speed, flying to Morellia to poach their base."

Adeline Lowell was speechless.

’It all clicked into place.’

’She had been racking her brain trying to figure out how the Lowell Family could establish a connection with the tycoon behind Mr. Trenton, and now, against all odds, a path had opened. But the idea that this tycoon, the man who controlled the most bases in the world, was actually Silas Norwood—a complete novice in the art of incense—was absurd no matter how she looked at it...’

Her phone rang. It was Mr. Trenton. "President Lowell, you’re a lucky woman. The contract for the Sapphire Shores Base is barely warm in my hands, and now it’s about to be yours. Congratulations."

Adeline Lowell composed herself and replied graciously, "You’re the impressive one, Mr. Trenton, securing such a huge base in so little time. I’m merely basking in your reflected glory."

"My boss is the one with deep pockets; I just run the errands," Miles Trenton said, taking no credit. "Get your legal team ready. I’ll be back in the country in a couple of days, and we can sign the ten-year use agreement with you then."

"Of course. Your boss also mentioned twelve types of exquisite raw materials. Would you be able to tell me how they are obtained? To be frank, the Lowell Family has spent a fortune trying to acquire them over the years, but with very little success."

"It’d be a miracle if you could. These things are priceless for a reason—there’s no market for them," Miles Trenton scoffed. "My boss funds a large number of highly professional teams that specialize in scouring the globe for these special ingredients. That expense alone is astronomical. I’m not sure even the Lowell Family’s finances could handle it..."

Adeline Lowell sighed softly. "When it comes to financial resources, we naturally can’t compare to Chairman Norwood."

There was a moment of silence on the other end. "The boss wants me to tell you to keep his identity a secret. His wife doesn’t need to know about this transaction, either."

Adeline Lowell suddenly recalled that a couple of days ago, when Kian Sterling had offered those supply chains, he had also kept it a secret from Miss Sterling.

’When it came to Miss Sterling, Silas Norwood and Kian Sterling really had the same approach: spoiling her absolutely rotten, but always discreetly.’

’Still, the thought that Silas Norwood was the tycoon who controlled most of the world’s raw material bases made her pulse quicken with excitement. For one thing, he held at least five other bases on the level of Sapphire Shores, two of which were even SSS-grade. Now that she knew who he was, she wouldn’t have to fumble in the dark when it came to future business dealings.’

’Adeline Lowell also remembered Mr. Trenton saying that his boss planned to hand over all his bases to his wife after they married.’

’His wife... Celia Sterling...’

’The thought of that sweet, radiant young woman holding such game-changing resources in her hands filled Adeline Lowell with an incredibly complex mix of feelings.’

Celia Sterling, of course, knew nothing about any of this.

She only knew that Silas Norwood had gotten bored, left for a while, and then returned, waiting patiently for her by the side.

During a break, he had even brought her some of her favorite snacks, gently reminding her to keep her energy up.

At five in the afternoon, the lesson concluded. Feeling it had ended all too soon, Celia Sterling got up and looped her arm through Silas Norwood’s, sighing, "That was such a precious lesson. I wonder if I’ll ever have an opportunity like that again in my lifetime."

Silas Norwood gently stroked her hair. "You will."

As the two of them were leaving the villa and about to get into their car, a familiar voice called out from behind, "Miss Sterling."

Celia Sterling turned around in surprise. "President Lowell?"

Adeline Lowell pulled up her contact QR code on her phone, her tone very polite. "The elders have been singing your praises these past two days, Miss Sterling. I’ve also come to admire you greatly. I was wondering if we could exchange contact information?"

Celia was thrilled at the chance to connect with the head of the Lowell Perfumer Family. She immediately took out her phone and scanned the QR code. "It would be my honor."

Adeline Lowell glanced at Silas Norwood, who looked on with a detached, unconcerned expression. With a swipe of her finger, she added Celia Sterling to a group chat.