His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 349: Who is that nobleman related to my brother?

Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Who is that nobleman related to my brother?

Chapter 349

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Raine Nolan was in a difficult situation.

Brandon Spence’s request was quite absurd, and she agreed to it at the time only to prove a point.

But these past few days, she racked her brains and conducted many experiments but still could not be sure whether she had succeeded or not.

Brandon Spence said that someone had previously created such a perfume, which proved that it was not an impossible task.

She didn’t want to admit her ineptitude, so she stubbornly continued her attempts.

However, up until now, she still had no ideas.

She had no idea who the mysterious expert Brandon Spence mentioned was.

At the same time, the Fosters’ residence.

Chloe Collins took out the suitcase from under her bed again, opened it, and put a bottle of "Triple Free" perfume in the only empty slot.

Last time, Raine made a mistake and produced a toxic perfume. Chloe took out a bottle from her collection to help alleviate its effect on them. She then gave that bottle to Camille.

Afterward, she found the time to create another bottle to fill the empty slot.

Every perfume in this collection was her most satisfying work, non-commercial products, each of which possessed potent medicinal effects in various areas.

Currently, there were 24 bottles in total, each with a name, some composed of two characters and others with four.

The bottle she gave to Camille last time had a prelude of lotus fragrance and was named "Dustless."

Touching these bottles, she suddenly thought of something.

The formula she gave to Alexander Foster was specifically created for "LM," continuing LM’s usual style.

Using it directly for Redolence might be inappropriate since sensitive people might be able to trace it back to LM, so a modification was necessary.

After pondering for a while, she sent Alexander a text message, asking him to hold off on using the previous formula for now.

Next, she took out her notebook and wrote down some new ideas.

Perfumes were a result of blending ingredients, and the proportions of each ingredient added to the mix would affect the outcome.

The relationship between a perfumer and their ingredients was similar to that between a chef and their ingredients. Using the same ingredients and tools, different chefs could create dishes with distinct flavors. The same principle applied to the fragrance industry.

It wasn’t until 3 in the morning that Chloe finalized her plan. She put down her pen and paper and went to bed for some rest.

The next day, Monday.

Driver Old Quincy dutifully drove Robert Foster and Chloe to school.

Robert Foster looked sullen the whole way, his expression gloomy. He didn’t speak for a long time, his eyelids drooping, looking as though he hadn’t gotten enough sleep.

After sending a message to Alex, Chloe put down her phone and casually asked: "Something on your mind?"

Still with heavy eyelids, Robert replied weakly: "I don’t know what my brother will do."

Old Quincy, who was driving in front, chuckled: "Turns out, Fourth Young Master also worries about company matters. I thought you just didn’t want to go to school."

Robert Foster disdainfully said, "I’m not that useless."

"Fourth Young Master, just rest assured. I (Ford) said that Young Master has met a benefactor; he will pull through this time without any issues."

Robert Foster immediately sat up straight, his eyes shining: "Really? But the press conference is this Saturday. Can we make it in time?"

Getting everything ready again in less than a week would be quite rushed.

Old Quincy smiled and said, "I believe in Second Young Master’s ability."

Robert Foster’s face cleared, and he turned to Chloe: "Who do you think that benefactor my brother mentioned is?"

Grinning, he continued, "He likes you so much; did he tell you anything?"

Chloe glanced at the message from Alex, and without looking up, she casually replied to Robert Foster: "No."

Alex seemed quite chatty in his messages:

[I’ll pick you up.]

[Have you had breakfast?]

[Come after class, I can wait.]