Chapter 10
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Chapter 10
Genevieve’s body went rigid, but almost instantly, she regained her composure. She took a step back, putting more space
between her and Tristan.
A chill settled in her gaze as she said, “Mr. Hale, please show some restraint.”
The warning in her voice was unmistakable.
Genevieve couldn’t help but wonder if this was some kind of test. Even so, she didn’t have time to indulge in Tristan’s stupid
games.
Tristan, on the other hand, studied her. He didn’t get angry. If anything, the amusement in his eyes deepened.
He adjusted the towel at his waist, his posture relaxed as he let out a chuckle. “You’ve got quite the temper, huh? But you’ve got the wrong man. The person you’re here to see is over there.”
Genevieve frowned, wondering if he was fooling her.
She shot Tristan a cold glance, said nothing more, and turned toward the door across the hall.
No sooner had she knocked than the door swung open.
Standing inside was a middle-aged man who seemed to be in his early 40s: He was dressed in a standard dark suit, and his hair was combed perfectly in place.
In an instant, Genevieve ran through everything she knew in her head.
She sensed something amiss. The person in control of URI Corporation was rumored to be young, ruthless, and elusive. He was a man who had built a global empire at an early age. How could he possibly be this unremarkable middle-aged man standing before her?
“Please come in, Ms. Whitfield,” the man said as he stepped aside. “I’m Adrian Harrison.”
Pushing aside her doubts, Genevieve entered the room.
Then, Adrian gestured toward the couch, saying, “Have a seat. Let’s get straight to business.”
He slid a document across the table toward Genevieve.
“URI Corporation would like to enter into an exclusive, in-depth partnership with you, Ms. Cen. This is our offer.”
Genevieve opened the file and skimmed it, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
The offer was outrageous. Her products would get priority promotion across global markets; she’d have unlimited access to URI Corporation’s raw-material inventory, and she’d even take a direct 30% of net profits from new releases.
In fact, calling it a collaboration was generous-it was closer to having everything handed to her on a silver platter.
Genevieve closed the file and met Adrian’s gaze. “What’s my assignment?”
“We need a new product within one week-something that’s capable of taking the global market by storm,” he answered, his expression as serious as ever.
“Pleasure doing business with you.”
Having said that, Genevieve took out a pen and signed her name at the bottom of the contract.
The moment she finished signing, the tension in Adrian’s face visibly eased.
That small detail only confirmed her suspicion. This was not the man she had come to meet. But she didn’t care.
As long as the terms were right, Genevieve would deliver. Whether it meant setting the market on fire or taking even bigger
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risks, she didn’t care.
She said, “Since the deal is settled, I’ll skip the gala downstairs.”
With that, she rose to her feet, ready to leave. She had no desire to see Zachary’s disgusting face again.
“Ms. Whitfield, please wait,” Adrian called out. “There’s one final event tonight.”
Genevieve raised a brow, signaling him to continue.
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He went on, “To liven things up, URI Corporation has brought out a collection of top-tier ingredients we’ve kept in reserve for years.
”
“All perfumers present are invited to compete on the spot. The winner will receive a one-of-a-kind prize-Ocean’s Embrace.
Ocean’s Embrace… That was the necklace Genevieve had been searching for all these years.
“Where did you get it?” she blurted.
Adrian’s tone remained professional as he replied, “All you need to know is that the winner will claim it.”
Very well. Whoever was running URI Corporation had gone all out.
“I’m in,” Genevieve declared, her smile faint.
“I’ll be waiting for your good news.”
As Adrian spoke, he adjusted his glasses and gestured toward the door.
Without saying another word, Genevieve turned to leave. Her only thought now was to win Ocean’s Embrace.
At the elevator lobby, a figure leaned casually against the wall. The white towel was gone, replaced by a fitted black shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a hint of collarbone.
It was Tristan again.
Genevieve frowned and halted mid-step.
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