?<strong>Chapter 867:</strong>


    For the asion, she selected attire that bnced modesty with professionalism—a light pink V-neck blouse tucked neatly into a white midi skirt that extended gracefully below her calves, creating an appropriate corporate appearance.


    Despite the conservative nature of her outfit, Carrie’s exceptional figure transformed these simple garments into something remarkable. The clothing, though designed for professional environments, entuated her natural elegance in a way thatmanded attention without seeking it.


    She secured her hair with a clip, fashioning it into a neat bun at the back of her head. This styling choice added an element of maturity and professionalism to her appearance—she understood that in business negotiations, a youthful appearance wasn’t always advantageous.


    The sponsors had scheduled their meeting for six o’clock. Determined to avoid creating a negative impression through tardiness, Carrie departed early to navigate any potential traffic dys.


    She arrived at the restaurant by five o’clock.


    The establishment boasted a Michelin star, its interior designed with timeless charm that evoked ssical aesthetic principles.


    A waiter guided her toward the private dining room reserved by the sponsors. As they proceeded through the corridor, the door to another private room opened as guests concluded their meal. Rather than food aromas, a distinctive fragrance wafted into the hallway.


    Carrie recognized the scent and instinctively paused, inhaling more deliberately to identify it.


    The waiter noticed her reaction and smiled.


    “Madam, did you catch the scent?”


    Carrie nodded in response.


    “Yes. It’s quite distinct… and pleasant.”


    “It’s natural perfume made from eaglewood,” the waiter exined. “Our boss appreciates traditional collectible artifacts—items like aroma diffusers and carvings particrly fascinate him.”


    Eaglewood—that exined the sweet fragrance with its subtle cooling undertone. The scent reminded her distinctly of the aroma Kristopher often carried with him.


    Carrie continued following the waiter, unaware that in one of the private rooms, the door remained slightly ajar. Behind it, a lecherous eye tracked her movement, following her figure from her chest down to her hips.


    “Damn, that body is a work of art,” a man muttered under his breath, licking his lips and swallowing hard.


    A slender hand suddenly extended and forced the door shut. Aliza’s features contracted into a frown as she admonished,


    “You’ll get your chanceter. Don’tpromise our ns by acting prematurely!”


    Another man hastily approached, bowing with exaggerated deference.


    “I’m sorry, Miss Herrera. We’re merely inexperienced individuals who’ve rarely encountered such an exceptional woman.”


    As he delivered this apology, he struck the man who had spoken inappropriately, adding,


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