Riley apologized softly. "I’m sorry, Brother. It’s my fault. Mom only worries I might suffer grievances, that’s why she acts like this. Please don’t take it to heart."
Hunter remained as calm as ever. "Mm, I don’t mind."
Madam Nelson’s expression shifted again and again. In her mind, Hunter was just an adopted child. Even if the Nelson Family’s so-called adoption had been nothing but careful calculation, wasn’t Hunter, as an adoptee, supposed to be endlessly grateful to them?
Leaning on her status as Hunter’s adoptive mother, she clearly wanted to say more—until Riley suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Mom, we shouldn’t act this way. Brother already works so hard managing the company. You don’t understand business. Please, don’t interfere."
Madam Nelson’s throat bobbed, and she squeezed out a line: "It’s my fault. Forget the perfume."
The sales clerk finally let out a long sigh of relief and handed the gift bag with the perfume to Hunter.
Trying to smooth things over, the clerk smiled. "Piper’s perfumes are just too popular. But don’t worry, a new batch will arrive tomorrow."
Her words gave both Riley and Madam Nelson a way to save face. After all, throwing a scene with Hunter over a single bottle of perfume was humiliating. But if it could be excused as an act of over-enthusiasm, simply because they loved Piper’s perfumes too much, it salvaged a little dignity.
Even so, Madam Nelson grew more and more agitated. Piper, Piper—everything is Piper! She hadn’t come to buy Piper’s perfume because she liked it. She was furious that Piper had stolen Riley’s spotlight!
Riley had her own studio, lauded as a talented young woman, praised for her skills in design, perfumery, and music.
But now? Everywhere, people said—
Piper is the real perfumer.
That Nelson girl who claims to have studied abroad for years but has no actual works?
Those are just Nelson Family’s hollow boasts to pave the way for Riley—you really believe that?
Comparing Riley to Piper? Isn’t that an insult to Piper?
The comments nearly drove Madam Nelson half mad.
And now, seeing Selina also here for Piper, her anger only surged higher. It was all Piper’s fault—stealing Riley’s limelight and subjecting her to ridicule!
With a sneer laced with both scorn and mockery, she said: "Who even cares for Piper’s perfumes? She’s nothing but a pawn propped up by capital. Everyone knows these tricks. Only you silly young women believe all that hype just to sell perfume."
The sales clerk’s smile froze awkwardly.
"Mom, you can’t say that. Piper really does have talent." Riley feigned helplessness, then turned to Selina. "Selina, don’t take it personally. Oh—are you here to buy perfume too?"
Hunter’s gaze flickered. Selina could clearly see disappointment in his eyes. But Riley seemed oblivious.
"I only just found out Ronald plagiarized Piper. Now, everyone’s rushing to support her, buying out all her perfumes. Selina, if you came for Piper’s perfume, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed."
"Every store is sold out. Online it’s all pre-orders. Such marketing tactics... sigh."
Riley let out a dramatic sigh, as if disapproving yet powerless. "Well, even if they’re using scarcity marketing, the customers don’t seem to care. It’s not my place to say more."
Selina: "...?"
Is this woman out of her mind?
And clearly, Riley had no idea that Piper was her.
Selina’s eyes shifted, just as she was about to speak—when Logan suddenly lifted his gaze, voice cool.
"Scarcity marketing? Miss Nelson, you certainly seem to know quite a bit."


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