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    Marissa nodded in response to Bu’s question. “Yes, that perfume is crucial for your survival, Mr. Hoffman.”


    Noticing his uncertainty, Marissa continued, “It might seem unbelievable that this perfume could treat your illness, but I assure you it’s true.”


    Marissa was truthful with him. Named Wild Bluebell, this perfume could treat Bu’s asthma because it contained Riss’ prescription. Marissa had formted it specifically for asthma sufferers globally.


    Curing asthma was challenging due to its frequent re-ups, so she had developed this remedy after extensive research, poring over numerous ancient medical texts and ssics.


    At that time, her and Silver Fox’s passion was perfume crafting, leading them to blend medicine with fragrance.


    Everything she had previously disclosed to Bu, including details about his health, was urate. The only thing she lied about was her im of not having other options and insisting he use only Wild Bluebell.


    This perfume was indeed a potential cure, but it required prolonged use to gradually eradicate the disease. Her motive was to avenge Silver Fox.


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    Bu had previously dealt harshly with Silver Fox. Despite his wealth, he had sought a hugepensation from Silver Fox, demanding ten million dors for emotional distress in addition to damages for his car.


    Therefore, Marissa seized this opportunity to help Silver Fox get the money back.


    With this in mind, Marissa smiled and asked, “Mr. Hoffman, do you follow?”


    “Understood,” he replied, nodding.


    This revtion eased Bu’s mind. Had he known earlier that a perfume could potentially cure his asthma, he wouldn’t have been as anxious.


    While he was pondering, Marissa spoke up again. “However, as I mentioned before, I don’t believe it might work. Mr. Hoffman, please make arrangements for your funeral.”


    At her statement, Connor stopped short, his lips twitching. He was still confused about Marissa’s intentions behind deceiving Bu. Bu, equally baffled and frowning, inquired, “Why won’t it work?”


    Wasn’t purchasing a bottle of the perfume sufficient?


    Marissa apologized with a smile and exined, “Due to the medicinalponents in Wild Bluebell, it cannot be ssified purely as perfume.


    Moreover, Blebert’s drug regtions are quite stringent. Currently, Wild Bluebell is not approved for market release in Blebert. Mr. Hoffman, you’ll have to look for it overseas.”


    Atst, Bu understood the situation. Marissa repeatedly stated that it wouldn’t work because he didn’t have enough time. Since the perfume wasn’t avable in Blebert, the only option was to have someone purchase it overseas. Yet, it wouldn’t arrive within an hour. A look of disappointment slowly crept across his face.


    Marissa then added, “However, there is someone in Blebert who owns a bottle of Wild Bluebell. Mr. Hoffman, if you manage to persuade her, you could resolve your issue immediately.”


    Connor looked up with interest, curious about the person Marissa was hinting at. Bu was equally intrigued. “Who might that be?”


    Yet, Marissa deliberately left him hanging. Instead of revealing the identity, she shook her head with a hint of regret. “Never mind. It’s pointless to tell you who she is. You won’t be able to persuade her to hand over the Wild Bluebell. You should start nning your funeral.”


    Connor couldn’t suppress his amusement and let out a chuckle. “Ha ha.”


    Bu responded with a frustrated snort. He realized that Marissa’s words were a blend of deception and truth. She was ying games with him, and he had just let her.


    With a smile, he questioned, “Miss Nash, you’ve been joking with me all along, haven’t you?”


    “I have,” Marissa admitted openly. “Still, not everything I’ve said is false. The details about your condition are urate.


    I admit I said all those things just to introduce you to the person who has a bottle of Wild Bluebell. However, I wasn’t lying about its ability to cure your asthma.”


    “Why do you believe Wild Bluebell can cure me?” Bu asked.


    “Because it was developed by Dr. Riss and Minty Fragrances and Perfumes. It embodies their dedication andpassion for asthma patients worldwide,” Marissa exined. Riss’ reputation was highly respected. Bu believed Marissa.


    Nodding, he then asked, “Why don’t you think I can persuade that person to give me the bottle of Wild Bluebell?”


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