Chapter 112


    Vivienne was slightly taken aback. She watched Arabe walk away, noticing that all the other students


    gave her a wide berth like she was some sort of gue and were busy gossiping about her.


    Lysander had talked to her before Arabe came back. In fact, Vivienne had received the news before


    Lysander.


    Today, a Dr. Caleb turned himself in, admitting that he had stolen Dr. William''s prescription. He was the


    one who taught Arabe to treat Faye and hired people to make trouble for the Hawthorn family.


    Arabe had just been misled by him.


    So, Arabe was at most misled. Although she had done wrong, she hadn''tmitted a crime, so she


    was let go.


    Since she was innocent, the school certainly couldn''t expel her.


    It was impressive that they found a perfect scapegoat. Dr. Caleb was actually Dr. William''s protege, so


    it made sense that he could have stolen Dr. William''s prescription.


    But Arabe''s situation really surprised her. She thought Arabe would crumble like an ant, but she


    turned out to be a cockroach that was still wriggling around even after being crushed.


    Just then, Draven called. "Boss."


    She asked simply, "Results?"


    "It''s GTO. Their base is at Golden Club."


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    "I meant the results of the drug experiment."


    Draven paused, then cautiously said, "I''ll have it sorted out for you tonight."


    "Dump the body at the Golden Club. The more conspicuous, the better, and then call the police."


    Vivienne said coldly.


    If she didn''t teach these people a lesson, they would really think she was a pushover and mess with


    her even more.


    "Won''t this alert them and make them change their base?" Draven hesitated.


    "They won''t just have one base." Vivienne said indifferently.


    "Got it." Draven added. "I looked into Arabe''s case. There''s a perfumer named Elijah helping her. I''ve


    sent you the information."


    "Mmm." Vivienne responded faintly, hung up the phone, and started carefully examining Elijah''s


    information.


    Elijah was a twenty-one-year-old man who studied in Grandia, the city of perfumes. After graduating


    from Cloudcrest High School three years ago, he apprenticed under Master Q, the most famous and


    mysterious perfumer in the world.


    Master Q became famous worldwide five years ago for a perfume named “Hallucination.”


    This perfume, from the user''s perspective, started off bold and passionate, then turned seductive. The


    base notes were the most special thing about the perfume. Once put on, they suddenly disappeared,


    leaving only a faint, lingering scent.


    It was like being led on during a romantic date, and when you couldn''t resist any longer, the other


    person suddenly left, leaving you to savor the moment in regret.


    Therefore, this perfume was even ced in a perfume museum.


    After “Hallucination” made its debut, countless brands came knocking, seeking cooperation with Master


    Q, but Master Q was mysterious and elusive, and not interested in money.


    So far, no one had seen Master Q''s real face, and even Master Q''s gender was unclear. In the past five


    years, he has only released three perfumes. “Hallucination,” “Abyss,” and “Fading Dream.”


    But with just these three perfumes, he has earned the world''s respect and was regarded as a master


    perfumer.


    Because Master Q was hard to get in touch with, when Elijah, who imed to be Master Q''s student,


    appeared, major brands immediately proposed cooperation.


    Elijah was really talented. Although his perfumes were not as famous as Master Q''s, they were still


    loved by many. Combined with his handsome looks, he was affectionately called "The Perfume Prince"


    by fans.


    The reason he helped Arabe was because he had a deep crush on her since childhood.


    Before he went abroad, he pursued Arabe for several years, but Arabe rejected him because he


    had no background and was an orphan.


    Then he went abroad and didn''te back for three years.


    Unexpectedly, when he came back, he had a chance to help Arabe out of her predicament.


    Vivienne looked at the photo of Elijah in the information and then at the young man walking into the


    school with Lysander not far away. He had short hair and wore gold-rimmed sses, just like the


    person in the photo.


    Elijah seemed to feel her gaze. He lifted his head, and their eyes met from afar.


    "Vivienne." Percival appeared behind her out of nowhere. He leaned close to her as his breath warmly


    brushed against her ear. "You can''t secretly look at other men."


    Vivienne nced at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she jokingly said, "Don''t worry, Mr.


    Ellington. He''s not as handsome as you."


    After hearing this, a sweet smile spread across Percival''s face. "Do you like handsome guys?"


    "Of course!" Vivienne answered seriously. "I like handsome guys."


    Hearing this, Percival beamed with a warm, sunnyugh. "Then since I''m handsome, will you marry


    me?"


    Vivienne looked at him, and after she took a good look, she said, "No!"


    Percival raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"


    "You don''t have abs." Vivienne propped her chin and pouted. "And you''re too skinny. I''m worried about


    your, um, performance."


    Percival fell silent.


    Vivienne gave Percival a friendly pat on the shoulder as sheughed. "Mr. Ellington, you just keep


    doing your thing. When the time is right, we''ll call off our engagement."


    Percival thought to himself. "Is this really the best time to be talking about calling off their


    engagement?"


    He pulled Vivienne into his arms and whispered in her ear. "Vivienne, I''ve changed my mind. I don''t


    want to call off our engagement."


    His breath brushed against her ear, sending her emotions into a whirl. She looked up at him with a


    serious gaze. "Don''t tell me you''ve fallen for me?"


    "If I did fall for you, would you consider us getting married for real?" He met her gaze with earnest eyes.


    Vivienne blushed as she stared at him.


    She blinked and cleared her throat awkwardly. "I need to get back to the office."


    For some reason, looking into Percival''s eyes stirred something inside her.


    She wasn''t sure what this feeling was.


    Percival had confessed his feelings for her, and it didn''t seem like he was faking it.


    She didn''t understand why he''d fallen for her. Nothing particrly special had happened between them.


    There was no deep, profound love.


    She thought she''d agreed to marry Percival not because she had any feelings for him but because she


    wanted to find out why her mother''s pendant ended up in his possession and whether he had anything


    to do with her mother''s death.


    But every time she was alone with him, she felt a strange emotion.


    She had never experienced love. She didn''t know what it felt like to be in love or to love someone. But


    she knew one thing for sure. She would never fall for Percival.


    Yes, that must be it.