<h4>Chapter 332: Dew’s Identity</h4>
"Natalie, don’t be <i>ridiculous</i>!" Briena snapped, her fury evident. "You <i>dare</i> im you’re Dew? Dew might actually sue you for <i>faking</i> her identity!"
Natalie remainedpletely unbothered. "Well, feel free to prove otherwise—go ahead and contact the <i>Dew</i> you know."
Briena turned sharply to Charlotte. "Can we call Dew’s manager?"
Charlotte hummed in acknowledgment, and soon, the manager was called forward—a woman dressed in formal business attire, carrying a sleek business bag in her hand.
"This is Dew’s manager, Ms. Shina," Charlotte introduced.
"Ms. Shina, this woman is <i>iming</i> to be Dew," Briena said, her voice sharp. "I want you to inform Dew that someone is trying to <i>impersonate</i> them. As their manager, you need to take action."
Shina nced at Natalie before turning back to Briena.
"I can’t do as you ask. She is—"
"Why not? Are you scared just because she has someone <i>rich</i> backing her?" Irene interrupted, her tone usatory. "Fraud is <i>fraud,</i> and she <i>can</i> be sued for this!"
Shina maintained her professional attitude. "Will you let me <i>speak,</i> Miss?"
Irene fell silent, and Shina finally continued.
"Ms. Natalie <i>is</i> Dew." She paused, letting the words settle. "That’s why I <i>can’t</i> do as you said. I can’t sue my <i>own boss</i> destroying her own creation."
Another wave of shock rippled through the hall.
Briena stiffened. "Are you <i>in cahoots</i> with Natalie, lying in front of all these powerful people?" She refused to ept this revtion.
"I am not," Shina replied calmly.
She unzipped her ck office bag—the one she always carried—and pulled out a set of documents.
"I always carry identification to confirm my position as Dew’s manager. And here," she held up several perfectlyminated, official certificates, "is proof that my <i>boss</i> is, in fact, the famous perfumer, Dew."
Briena instinctively reached for the documents, but Shina pulled them back.
"Not <i>you</i>," she said firmly. "I can’t show these documents to someone <i>uninformed</i> like you. Any <i>official</i> person here who knows how to verify <i>legal</i> documents is wee to take a look."
"I will do it."
A well-respected guest among the attendees stood up to volunteer.
He took the documents, examined them carefully, while others waited holding their breaths.
Ivan, utterly shocked, could only stare at Natalie, ’She can’t be Dew. She can’t be...’
After a moment, the man announced, "These are <i>real</i> documents. Ms. Natalie <i>is</i> Dew."
"This <i>can’t</i> be..." Briena muttered, her face drained of color.
"Miss, are you doubting <i>my</i> credibility?" the man asked, displeased. "There are many others here who will say the <i>same</i> thing as me."
Charlotte, who knew the man’s status well, immediately stepped in.
"Apologies, Mr. Raider. She’s just <i>shocked.</i> We trust your judgment."
The documents were passed through several more hands—other esteemed guests who were well-versed in verifying official paperwork.
Each one confirmed the same truth.
Natalie <i>was</i> Dew.
The hall was filled with stunned silence.
The elusive perfumer, the one they had all been so eager to meet, the one whose creations they had been bidding millions—even <i>billions</i>—for... Had been standing right in front of them all along.
The most <i>shocked</i> person in the hall Ivan, he stepped forward, grabbed the documents from the others, and checked them himself—only to be filled with <i>utter regret.</i>
<i>Natalie was Dew.</i>
All along, he had <i>Dew</i> working for hispany, and he had been the one to <i>kick her out. </i><i>What had he done?</i>
Natalie turned to Shina. "I’ll see youter."
Shina nodded and left.
And with that, the event came to an end, leaving everyone in attendance with <i>many</i> unexpected revtions to process.
Afterward, numerous guests tried to approach Natalie, eager to request a custom perfume from her. Some even <i>offered</i> to pay <i>any</i> price she asked.
But Natalie <i>politely rejected</i> every single one of them.
Without looking back, she left the event <i>with</i> James Harper.
Inside the car, Natalie found herself <i>once again</i> wondering what James must be thinking after all that drama.
She inhaled deeply, gathering her courage.
"Thank you for supporting me, Mr. Harper."
"No one should dare look down on mypanion," he replied in his usual emotionless tone.
Natalie hummed lightly. "I hope I didn’t break any rules."
"You did well," he replied.
She turned slightly, ncing at him—but James kept his gaze fixed ahead, making it impossible for her to read him.
He didn’t ask her a single question.
If it had been <i>anyone</i> else, they would have been curious about her being Dew. But this man...
Not the <i>slightest</i> surprise crossed his face. All he cared about was that <i>his</i>panion <i>came out as a winner.</i>
Natalie sighed inwardly. <i>With such an emotionless man, a woman would spend her entire life wondering what he truly thinks. </i><i>Her days would be spent trying to read his heart and mind. </i><i>What a cold block of ice. </i>
Her thoughts drifted to Justin. I<i> am d in this manner, Justin is not like him at all. Justin is more proactive and open,</i> a light smile painted in her lips,<i> in fact more than he should be.</i>
<i></i>-----
Ivan and Briena returned to their hotel along with Irene. All three of them were <i>devastated</i> by the truth.
Ivan’s mind was flooded with <i>questions.</i>
<i>If she was Dew, why did she hide it from me all these years?</i>
<i>Why did she even feel the need to stay hidden from fame?</i><i></i>
And so on...
But above all those questions, what weighed on him <i>the most</i> was <i>regret. </i>He had let go of the <i>best</i> perfumer in the world. She had been working <i>right under his nose</i>, and he had been too <i>blind</i> to recognize her abilities.
If only she was still with him...
<i>If only...</i><i></i>
Briena was lost in her own world as well—silently <i>cursing</i> Natalie over and over again. The more she looked at Ivan, the more she felt like she was <i>losing</i> him.
But she forced herself to stay calm, repeating in her mind:
<i>Once my movie is released and I be a superstar, Ivan won’t think about her—even if she’s Dew. </i><i>I just have to keep calm.</i>