His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 181 A Relatively Low-Key Friend

Chapter 181: Chapter 181 A Relatively Low-Key Friend

"Chapter 181

However, speaking these words, she was very uneasy.

Regarding the dosage, what was written in the formula was also very unscientific, which was twice the normal amount.

Now, she regretted it to the extreme, casting a pleading look at Tristan Collins.

Tristan Collins didn’t expect this either. He faced the doubts and suspicions of the crowd, held back his anger, and said, "This child is indeed still young, they only thought of innovating and didn’t consider the consequences."

No one else spoke up, those who had smelled the perfume wanted to check themselves.

Given the number of people, Master Foster had the hospital send people over, and they arrived quickly.

Camille suggested that everyone should be checked.

Master Foster calmly took control of the situation, but his face was not very good.

Instead of being a joyous banquet tonight, this incident has really spoiled the mood.

While most people’s attention was on Sophia Ford, Alexander Foster unexpectedly noticed that Chloe Collins left the crowd.

The night outside was chilly, Chloe quickly returned to her room and pulled out a small box from under her bed.

Upon opening the box, she revealed perfume bottles lying in each small card slot.

Each perfume bottle was different in style but they all looked very beautiful and clean, without any labels or instructions, indicating that they were completely homemade.

She picked out a golden-colored bottle and left with it.

On her way back to the banquet hall in the West Wing, she found Camille and secretly handed the perfume to her, whispering a few words into her ear.

Camille nodded, then stood up and walked towards the crowd. Slowly, she said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a refreshing perfume I carry with me. It has some detoxifying effects, it might be useful, take a spray."

Camille said and sprayed herself first, then with the permission of Master, the servants took it and sprayed everyone.

Sophia Ford, who was lying on the side undergoing an examination, smelled this scent, and instantly pleaded, "This smells good, give it to me, quickly."

The servant handed the bottle of perfume to her.

Sophia Ford sprayed it strongly and inhaled a big mouthful.

Then she slowly let out a breath, her whole body felt less tense, the eyebrows loosened: "Finally no pain."

Everyone felt it was magical and turned their heads to look at Camille with admiration.

Alan Foster was very proud, "What did I say, Camille lives up to her reputation, she’s not just good at blending perfumes."

Everyone nodded, unanimously agreeing with Alan Foster’s words.

Camille glanced at Chloe Collins next to her and only said, "It’s not my credit, it was given by a friend."

"Oh? Who was it?" Everyone was surprised.

Camille didn’t name her, only said, "It was a pretty low-profile friend."

Seeing she didn’t plan to say, everyone else didn’t continue to ask, this was the basic etiquette.

Chloe Collins withdrew her gaze, casually turned her head, and ran into a pair of deep, calm eyes.

Suddenly, she felt he saw through something.

She looked away, casually picked up a bottle of water on the table, and subconsciously began to unscrew it.

Perhaps it was because of her unsettled mind, or perhaps the cap was too slippery, she couldn’t get it open at once.

She wasn’t too thirsty, so she put the water back next to her.

She turned and looked into the crowd.

After a while, a hand stretched in front of her, holding the water that had been uncapped.

She looked up to see his perfectly curved chin, those lightly pink thin lips, not far from her head.

But he wasn’t looking at her, he was calmly answering a question of some uncle.

This care seemed unintentional yet heartwarming.

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