His Domineering Lover
Chapter 552

During her three years' stay in the US, Tracey went through numerous hardships and learned some precious lessons. And this perfume thing was an accident. The offence from William intrigued Tracey's interest in perfume. It took only a few months for Tracey to produce her first perfume.

As a man of mould, Tracey had no confidence in her first product. Because she was afraid of failure, there was no mass production for her perfume yet.

She would like to make decisions after checking how the market responded to her perfume.

A thing was priced if it was rare, which was the origin of her marketing strategy. Out of vanity, people loved to show off their speciality with something unique.

And women should take the lead in a competition of vanity. Tracey concluded from her deliberation that one thousand bottles were the right quantity, and the company wouldn't have a great deficit this year if she failed.

However, she made a hit, completely out of her imagination. There were several thousand people on this square.

The entire square was packed with people, and the sales of her perfume exceeded ten thousand, which was only the sales volume for the second bath.

"There is nothing to worry about, then, see you!" Rose said goodbye with a smile. The event was over, and it was time to leave.

"See you. Rose, a little gift, and I wish you will like it." Tracey had ten bottles as special editions for friends and family.

The package was peculiar, and Rose smiled happily, "Thank you, I love it."

"My honor. I still have work to do, so I won't see you off, bye!" Tracey said.

Rose left with Caesar. Caesar didn't like wherever people gathered. If not for Rose, he wouldn't attend this event.

This was why Lord Caesar was known to all, but few people knew how he looked like.

Back in the car, Rose didn't remember her previous displeasure with Caesar. Rose beamed with joy, and Caesar couldn't help suspecting that bottle was magic rather than perfume. Spraying some perfume behind her ears, Rose asked subconsciously, "Does it smell good?"

Instantly, Caesar leaned over to her back. Rose felt bad, 'How could I forget him?'

Caesar placed his hands on both sides of Rose, encircling Rose. He moved his nose to the back of her ear to sniff. His warm breath made Rose feel itchy.

The back of the ear was a sensitive spot for Rose. She could feel the masculiar aura in Caesar's embrace, and her heart throbbed fater.

"Good." Caesar sighed softly and then added, "As long as it's your fragance."

Their past crossed Rose's mind. Even after two years, Rose still found this familiar aura, breath, and voice fascinating.

Two years' separation didn't help her forget Caesar but love him more. Caesar did nothing, but Rose already threw aside her armour.

Rose gave Caesar a push. Caesar would like to say something but remained silent on the thought of injuries he brought to her in the past. Tracey was exhausted. After seeing off some guests, Tracey was surrounded by reporters.

"President Xia, have you ever thought of such a success?" A reporter asked.

Breathing a sigh of relief in her heart, Tracey looked peaceful, "To tell you the truth, I am flattered. I am a green hand in this field, and there is a lot to learn."

"It is admirable that you get such a success as a beginning. NE holds a launch event for his perfume today. This same date and the same location, a coincidence or...?"

The reporter was straightforward, but Tracey was calm to this provocation.

"Well. I started to prepare for this event a long time ago. And Christmas is getting more and more popular here, much more popular than our traditional festivals."

"So this event date is a decision made after deliberation, and we also took Candy's schedule into account. As for the location, this square is in the central business district, so I believe no one will doubt the rationality for this choice."

Tracey did not mention William, but the reporters pushed further, "I heard that you planned to buy Mr. Turner's perfume, but the cooperation was ruined because of disagreements on the spokesperson." "Is this why you produced your own perfume? You want to pay Mr. Turner back in kind, so your event was held today, am I right?"

Tracey had made preparation for questions like this.

"Sorry, it is your illusion. Mr. Turner is a senior perfumer, and I respect him. It is a common competition."

"Mr. Turner is a senior in perfume. He has an excellent record. However, he seems to be defeated, from what happened today."

"As a rising star, you surpass the predecessors. How do you think of the event of Mr. Turner?"

"No comment. I just want to remind you that this is just a launch event. The sale volume here doesn't speak for the final result."

"You said, I suppressed Mr. Turner, please show your data as proof. As a reporter, shouldn't you be scrupulous?" Tracey looked the reporter in the eyes. Her words were temperate, but her eyes showed coldness.

Tracey disliked driving a wedge between people. The reporter was in a cold sweat for this gaze.

Tracey was young but strong. Her domineering aura intimidated the reporter.

"Sorry, my bad." The reporter apologized.

Tracey smiled slightly, "In fact, everyone has his own definition of success. A perfumer is also called an artist. Every perfume has been tried thousands of times before it is produced."

"It is fate if you bump into one perfume. It is a product full of the sweats and wishes from its maker. For me, I already succeeded, when this perfume was produced."

Tracey did well in these interviews. She didn't like adding insult to injury. What was more, she hated to become topics of conversation again, especially connected with William.