However, when she discovered her father’s n to rece Hera with another A-list celebrity, she was furious.


    No longer willing to keep her feelings subtle, she unleashed her wrath, creating chaos in their home and directing her fury squarely at her father.


    Left with no choice, the CEO had to reluctantly ept the situation and go along with it.


    As a result, his daughter, who usually preferred to stay cooped up in her small apartment rather than venture outside—maintaining the facade of a struggling woman in her twenties—now found herself amidst the crowd, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she caught sight of Hera in person.


    "Ah! My foot! Who stepped on my foot?! Damn it, I’ll bite every one of you!" shouted a girl with twin tails, resembling a cute doll.


    Though small and fair, sheshed out in frustration as people shoved past her, eager to push to the front of the crowd.


    "Easy there, HeraIsMySister! You’d better not cause a scene, or they’ll say our little sister Hera is violent too. Remember, what we do reflects on our idol," the older girl warned, before turning her attention back to where Hera had disappeared.


    "But Sister Massie! I’m so small I can’t even see Sister Hera! I’m trying my best to keep my temper in check, but they’re really testing my patience!" the smaller girl protested, her cheeks puffed up in frustration and her eyes glistening with anger.


    "Alright, alright! I promise I’ll make sure you get to see Little Sister Herater. Just try to calm down a bit, Stacy."


    "You promise?!"


    "Yes, I promise."


    As soon as Massie made her promise, they both heard a snicker behind them.


    A woman sneered and added, "That’s quite a promise to keep. Not just anyone gets to meet the ambassadors up close—only those from wealthy families can manage that. Even then, there are bodyguards keeping them at arm’s length. You act like you’re better than them; it’s really just a show-off act!"


    "<strong>You!</strong>" Stacy’s temper red again, despite Massie’s earlier efforts to coax her into keeping a low profile.


    Since arriving, all she had wanted was to see Hera up close.


    Her envy of HeraIsMySister—who had shared her time with Hera, even being chauffeured home by her—was simmering just beneath the surface.


    With the opportunity finally within her grasp, Stacy felt a surge of happiness and enthusiasm, momentarily forgetting her facade as a poor twenty-year-old woman.


    "Ha! What does it matter if I talk big or showing off? It’s not like I’m nning to bring you along," she retorted, rolling her eyes and flipping her hair dismissively.


    She then grabbed Stacy’s hand and headed straight toward her father.


    However, the bodyguards halted her progress, concerned that if fans spotted someone bypassing them, they might follow suit in a frenzy.


    Their vignce was crucial to maintaining order in the midst of the excitement surrounding them.


    The girls who had mocked Massie and Stacy earlier erupted intoughter upon seeing Massie being stopped.


    "I told you she was just pretending; she can’t even maintain her facade!"


    Massie shot them a re before pulling out her work ID.


    The bodyguards froze for a moment as they read ’Chief Perfumer’ and recognized her affiliation with ’House Of Fragrance’ the verypany that was doing the productunch.


    Immediately, they stepped aside, and this development didn’t go unnoticed by the crowd.


    Even the CEO caught sight of this and felt a swell of pride as his daughter stepped into the limelight atst, recalling her passionate words from two days ago.


    ...


    "Dad, if you rece Hera as ourpany’s female ambassador, not only will you lose your head perfumer to apetitor, but you’ll also risk falling short in the productunch," Massie dered confidently, her tone bordering on a thinly veiled threat.


    "And why is that? She’s just a rising star; she can’t possiblypare to the other international celebrities. Xavier is one of them, but she isn’t," Massie’s father replied, maintaining a tone of patience despite his skepticism.


    "Well, as long as Hera is ourpany’s ambassador, I’ll continue to serve as the chief perfumer. So you won’t need to worry about that. I’ll dly and actively create new fragrances for the market, making it clear to the former head perfumer that she’s not irreceable, and ensuring that ourpetitors know their ce."


    "Are you threatening me? How can you guarantee all of this?" Her father scrutinized her, assessing her like a seasoned businessman.


    "Of course, it was because I’m confident in my worth and abilities, or you wouldn’t have tried to recruit me for yourpany all these years. After all, I was recognized as a genius perfumer and awarded at just ten years old, and you know that."


    Massie’s words rang true; their family business was a legacy passed down through generations.


    Having been immersed in the world of perfumes from a young age, she was inspired by her father’s sess and passion for his craft.


    With abundant materials at their disposal, they allowed young Massie to experiment with extracts and fragrances in her father’s workshop, where he often spent his time creating new scents as a hobby.


    They allowed Massie to explore her creativity in her father’s workshop, and to their surprise, she crafted a remarkable perfume from her experiments with the equipment, extracts, and fragrances.


    With only minor enhancements to improve its longevity, her creation was soonunched, marking a turning point for their business and earning them a prestigious award at a contest for renowned perfumers around the globe.


    Creating perfumes became Massie’s passion, but as she gained des and respect, jealousy and resentment from others grew.


    This animosity led to her being targeted, culminating in a traumatic experience where she was kidnapped and nearly lost her life due to the torture she endured.


    As a result, perfume-making, once a source of joy, transformed into a source of distress, prompting her to distance herself from it.