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Why else would Docie choose the earthy, damp moss scent—one that had a muddier, heavier tone—when all of her perfumes were typically fresh and light?
Docie took longer to respond this time.
“I’m fine. I just wanted to push myself and create a fragrance that felt uniquely mine. I’ve already made the changes you suggested, and I’ll send a sample your way.”
Docie snapped a photo of the revised sample and sent it to Susan.
Once the conversation ended, she placed both bottles of perfume side by side. She examined them for a moment before picking up the first one she made and spraying it on her neck and wrists.
The fragrance filled the air, and Docie took a deep breath, satisfied. She then untied her ponytail.
The scent no longer felt right with a high ponytail. Maybe a change in hairstyle was in order.
Exiting the shopping district, Docie had completely abandoned her casual look. Her elegant waves now cascaded over her shoulders, and she’d traded her hoodie and jeans for a dress that cinched at the waist, drawing plenty of attention.
She was pleased with her appearance.
Tonight, she’d showcase this new look when meeting the celebrity who had finally responded to her. Later that evening…
At the Golden Club, a paparazzo stood on the lawn, pointing a lighter at the club entrance. What appeared to be a lighter was actually a modified small cellphone. As a veteran paparazzo, he specialized in secretly filming celebrities’ private lives, broadcasting them to a shady audience eager for inside scoops on public figures.
He had received a tip that a female celebrity would be appearing at the Golden Club. In his view, any celebrity at a club was sure to be involved in something less than wholesome.
The more scandalous the footage, the bigger the payoff.
However, after waiting for over an hour, no celebrity had appeared with a wealthy companion. He was starting to think he’d been misled when the door opened, and a tall, distinguished man stepped out.
The paparazzo, familiar with the faces of prominent figures, immediately recognized Dane, the president of the Patton Group. But his excitement quickly faded. He had been following Dane for some time and had never uncovered anything remotely scandalous about him. His private life was squeaky clean, and he had recently gotten married.
Viewers in the paparazzo’s live stream began expressing their frustration in the comments.
“What the heck? You promised a celebrity, and it’s just this guy?”
“This streamer’s an idiot, wasting my time.”
“I’m done watching. Blocking this lying streamer!”
The barrage of negative comments caused the paparazzo to frown. His informant had assured him a female celebrity would appear—was it not the right time yet?
After years in the game, the paparazzo knew how to be patient. But the insults from his audience couldn’t be ignored. Just as he was about to speak up and calm them down, a flood of exclamation points appeared in the comments.
What was happening now?
The paparazzo quickly scanned the area and saw that behind Dane, a woman in a dress had suddenly appeared, wrapping her arms around him.
His interest piqued, the paparazzo realized that Dane’s private life might not be as spotless as he thought.
This moment was far juicier than any celebrity scandal.
He quickly adjusted the angle, eager to capture the woman’s face.
The live stream platform allowed users and streamers to remain anonymous. Now, some of the…
The app’s more morally questionable users began typing Dane’s name in the comments.
“I can’t believe Dane is just like the rest of us.
The only difference is we’re open about it, while he’s a hypocrite.”
“Right? After the wedding, the Patton and Riggs Groups have been doing better. If this gets exposed, the Riggs Group will definitely retaliate, and the Patton Group’s reputation will be badly tarnished.”
“This streamer’s done great! I’ll send a tip.”
Ignoring the comments, the paparazzo focused on the incoming tips and the growing attention.
Thanks to the app’s privacy features, he was shielded from any responsibility.
At the entrance of the Golden Club, Dane was taken aback by the unexpected person clinging to him from behind.
He had been drinking and stepped out for some fresh air, never expecting to be approached so suddenly.
How had his alertness become so lax? If this person had intended to harm him, it would have already happened.
His face tightened with anger.
Though skilled in self-defense, when he attempted to push the person off, the fragrance surrounding him grew increasingly strange. After a few moments of inhaling it, Dane felt more intoxicated than before.
“Let go of me!”
The veins on Dane’s forehead twitched slightly as he grabbed the woman’s wrists, preparing to push her away again.
At this moment, the paparazzo had already snapped numerous screenshots and finally saw the face of the woman clinging to Dane.
He recognized her—she was the apprentice of Dane’s wife.
“This is going to be a major scandal.”
The online viewers buzzed with excitement, encouraging the paparazzo to keep broadcasting the scene.
Docie’s face was flushed, her arms firmly wrapped around Dane’s waist, not letting him escape.
In the two days since they’d last met, her longing for Dane had not waned; if anything, it had only intensified, burning uncontrollably.
The spark was lit when she saw his social media post about attending a business event here tonight, a gathering of influential entrepreneurs with limited public access.
Docie had already planned to meet the female celebrity. After seeing his post, she decided to set their meeting place here, where Dane would be. Once she and the celebrity finished their meeting, the celebrity mingled with others, while she slipped through the crowd, quickly finding Dane among the wealthy guests.
She had lived a life where everything she desired had been handed to her for over twenty years, and now, her attraction to Dane only fueled her insatiable greed.
She had always believed that someone with her luck would inevitably get whatever they wanted.
While she could be patient with Dane, she wasn’t about to let any chance slip away. When she spotted him alone, she quickly spritzed herself with a freshly concocted perfume.
Docie felt a sense of triumph, already prepared with her excuse. Pretending to be drunk, she slurred, “Henry, I… I finally found you.” The moment she spoke, her grip loosened, and Dane swiftly pulled away. As the scent dissipated, Dane’s mind cleared up just enough to think more clearly.
He turned to face Docie, his expression turning icy. “Docie, what’s going on?”
Docie gazed at him, mumbling, “Henry, don’t go.”
Upon hearing her call out a different name, Dane pieced it together. His expression soured. “Are you drunk?”
Docie didn’t respond, attempting to move toward him. Dane stepped back several paces. “I’ll hail a taxi for you.”
Trying to stay calm, he hailed a taxi with a female driver, so Docie would be more comfortable.
The taxi pulled up to the Golden Club, and Dane gave the driver Docie’s home address.
As he watched the taxi drive off, Dane ran his fingers through his hair, feeling frustrated. Why was Docie here? Who was this “Henry” she’d called him? And what on earth was that strange perfume?
He had come outside for fresh air but now had no desire to return to the club. Instead, he immediately called his driver to bring the car around.
Docie and Dane left separately but in the same direction, sparking excitement among the paparazzo and his live-stream audience, who eagerly speculated about their intentions.
“They’re leaving! Why isn’t the streamer following them?”
“I’m sure they have a secret affair.
This is huge!”