Chapter 1833
From early in the morning, Rose had been bustling around the venue for the press conference.
They had been promoting in every fashion media tform, mobile ads, and billboards in fashion
districts. In the end, they even splurged on promoting a trend on social media, which linked directly
to the ad video shot by Winston.
Winston''s influence was, of course, extraordinary. The online views for the ad soared to over a
billion in just one day.
Headlines like "Spotlight Beauty''s New Product Launch,’ “Winston, and "Star International Design
Award" popped up one after another.
“Ms. Rose, we''re getting a rousing response from all our promotional efforts."
“With Winston''s endorsement and his massive fan base, coupled with the international influence of
Ms. Summers, there''s no doubt our new product is a smashing sess."
“I bet by noter than next year, our brand will be known worldwide. Spotlight Beauty has done it—
the H Country brand has gone international"
The team gathered around Rose, brimming with pride and joy.
"Thanks to Ms. Summers. If it weren''t for her, Spotlight Beauty probably wouldn''t have reached the
current scale for another decade or more."
Chloe was theirpany''s savior. Thank God she was Ms. Rose’ good friend, offering her help
unconditionally.
Rose smiled, taking in the fully prepared venue before turning to her colleagues with a ss of juice
in her hand from a nearby table.
"Chloe has been instrumental, but you all are just as important. It''s your wisdom and hard work that
has taken Spotlight Beauty this monumental step forward.
“As the CEO of Spotlight Beauty, I thank you all for your dedication, for helping me inch closer to my
dreams, and I believe Spotlight Beauty is a tform where you can achieve your dreams too.
Let''s continue to work together for our dreams, for glory, and for ourselves."
Moved by Rose''s words, everyone raised their sses in a toast and drained them in celebration.
“Just waiting for this sess party to wrap up smoothly.”
Rose smiled, ncing sideways to ask, "What time is it now?"
"Two o''clock, one more hour until the journalists arrive."
Rose nodded, "Let''s do onest check for any oversights.”
“Sure thing.”
Everyone went back to their posts, ensuring everything was in order. A final check wouldn''t take
long.
Before long, they regrouped, and after confirming all was well, they sat down to rest, each with a
phone in hand.
Rose took a seat by the window, gazing out through the blue-tinted ss at the gloomy, foggy sky
outside. In the distance, the top of the tall buildings already had aviation warning lights shing.
Her juice had been reced by a thermos, which she now cradled as she gazed distantly, lost in
thought.
Meanwhile, her colleagues whispered among themselves.
Rose didn''t mind. After days of nning, making snap decisions, setting up the venue, and handling
publicity and security, the workload had been heavy.
Now with a moment to rest, she wasn''t going to squeeze them even in downtime.
But soon, a pair nudged each other over to her side. Their pushing and shoving broke through
Rose''s reverie. She turned to them with a gentle smile, "What''s up?"
They nced at each other, relieved by Rose''s good mood, then said: “Mrs.
Witt, today is Mr. Witt''s birthday. The banquet is almost starting now, and it''s held at the Witt family''s
own hotel. It''s super luxurious. Many people have already started sharing photos online. Are you not
going to attend?"
Rose''s eyes flickered, "I can''t leave this event.’
Some looked disappointed, "But as his wife, is it really okay not to attend Mr.
Witt''s birthday party?"
Rose smiled wryly, "Birthdays should be happy asions. There might be other not-so-pure
motives involved, but my attendance doesn''t seem that significant, and I really am tied up here."
“But you''re Mrs. Witt. Your absence will surely cause a stir.’
Rose exhaled softly, her smile tinged with resignation, "Let them enjoy their fun. We better focus on
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Sensing she didn''t want to linger on the subject, the others backed off with a sense of loss.
Everyone had been watching the exchange, and while it seemed unusual for a wife not to attend
her husband''s birthday, in R City, the Witt couple''s unorthodoxy was the norm.
“Wow, it''s snowing!"
Minutester, someone shouted in surprise, and people flocked to the windows.
Returning from the restroom, Rose saw her team pressing their faces to the ss, their voices filled
with excitement.
“The snow''s heavier thanst year. It hasn''t been long since thest one."
“This looks bigger than the first snowfall. It is so beautiful.”
“Ah, makes me want to y outside. It''s been ages since I''ve really enjoyed the snow."
“Speaking as a southerner, I''ve never seen snow this heavy:’
Rose''s gaze lifted to the sky, where silent, heavy kes drifted down. She watched, lips pressed
together in a silent realization.
Sure enough, it was snowing again.
At three o''clock, journalists began to trickle in, and several celebrities from the fashion world also
made appearances. Despite this, many on the guest list were no-shows, having chosen to attend
Morrison''s birthday instead.
Though Spotlight Beauty was a promising startup, it was still green behind the earspared to the
established Witt Co. In the world of business, it''s the big fish that rule the pond. In R City, you''d be
hard-pressed to find someone who wouldn''t want to rub shoulders with the Witts.
Journalists were easy to deal with. Their specialties varied, and besides, a magazine agency surely
didn''t have only one journalist. They could attend the Spotlight Beauty''s new productunch, and
some else could be sent to attend Morrison''s birthday banquet to gain some exposure.
This oue was predictable.
Theunch went live, streaming straight to the web.
Rose, as thepany’s main executive, took the stage to provide a detailed presentation on the
new product. She covered technical aspects, fragrance details, and the philosophy and significance
they aimed to convey.
She had light makeup on her face and was dressed in a tank top dress.
Underneath, she wore a white modal base long dress, and over it, a loose, thin, goose-yellow wool
cardigan. The outfit was simple and stylish,bining a sense of elegance and chic sophistication
while exuding a particrly gentle temperament.
She was four months pregnant, the cardigan offering a cozy shield to her belly, yet there was no
hiding the gentle grace of an expectant mother. But beyond that, Rosemanded the room with
the poise of a seasoned leader — articte,posed, and brimming with quiet confidence.
She spoke professional jargon, yet managed to make itprehensible and evoked anticipation
from everyone.
Through the incessant shutter clicks, Rose remained unppable.
The venue for Morrison''s birthday party, arranged by Riley, was the best banquet hall in the entire R
City, with the most exquisite decorations.
Opulent and extravagant, the party buzzed with the cream of high society, men and women alike
exuding elegance and charm. Yet the star of the show was conspicuously absent.
Riley stood outside the door, looking conflicted and helpless. "Mr. Witt, the guests are pretty much
all here. You really should make an appearance."
Silence.
Then, from behind the door, a voice barked, "Leave me be!"
Riley cringed but edged closer to the door, curiosity getting the better of him.
A faint voice, possibly Mrs. Witt''s, filtered through.
Mrs. Witt?
He checked the time. Shouldn''t she be in the middle of theunch right now.
It couldn''t be her with Mr. Witt at present.
Pausing, Riley pulled out his phone, tapped into a website, and sure enough, there was a live feed
of the Spotlight Beautyunch.
Clicking in, there was Rose, presenting the new product. The tone and the pace all matched what
he''d overheard.
Riley rubbed his temples, his features a tangle of confusion.
All this fanfare for a birthday party, and here Morrison was, holed up, peering at his wife''s
presentation through a tiny screen and leaving a horde of quests hanging?
He just couldn''t fathom what this couple was up to. If Morrison wanted to see his wife, why not do
so in the open, maybe even give herunch some extra buzz?
Instead, Morrison was diverting attention from herpany, while sneakily watching Rose on his
phone.
Baffling, truly.
Morrison cradled his phone, eyes fixed on Rose in the screen. It had been ages since he''d seen her
dolled up. She was usually barefaced, and frankly, stunning. No, it was more than that — she was
bewitching.
Now, with her light makeup, had she forgotten she was pregnant? Why did she still dress up so
seductively.
A trending topic for five days, and she hadn''t mentioned a peep about his birthday. He was starting
to think she knew all along and was ying him again. That was why she scheduled theunch on
his birthday, wasn''t it.
As Rose concluded, Winston took over. You could hear those frantic shutter clicks even through the
screen. The sh was also shing non-stop.
Unustomed to such exposure, Rose raised a hand to shield her eyes.
Winston stepped forward, pulling her back, shielding her with his body, his face set in a stern mask.
Without a word, the message was clear. The cameras dimmed, the clicking subsided.
Not long after, Rose stepped out from behind him, nodded up at him, her smile radiant.
Morrison''s face darkened. No matter how he looked at it, Winston was just so annoying.
Aknock, and Riley''s voice filtered through. "Mr. Witt, your mother and grandmother have arrived."
Morrison turned off his phone, his face darkening as he opened the door.
Molly and Megan stood there, Megan''s face gloomy. “Throwing a birthday bash and leaving your
guests in the lurch? What were you thinking? You think you''re so high and mighty that you can
offend people whenever you want?"
No matter how high his standing was, there were lines that he just shouldn''t cross. Leaving all those
guests unattended — had he no sense of decency.
Morrison stayed silent. He was already in a foul mood, and now catching hell from the olddy, his
face turned an even deeper shade of thunder.
“You deliberately going against Rose? In previous years, celebrating your birthday always made you
ufortable. This year, suddenly making your birthday such a big deal, do you realize how much
impact it has on Rose''s event today?
“And the gossip, Morrison! Have you no shame? People areughing at you.
You might not care, but what about Rose? Dammit, boy, have you no heart?"
The cane in the grandmother''s hand rose, poised to strike, but Molly held her back. “Please.
Morrison''s got to face the crowdter, and it wouldn''t do to show up battered."
Megan''s chest heaved, her mouth quivered, and tears rimmed her eyes. "I thought he''d finally wised
up. Turns out he''s still a fool. Let him have his way; when his life falls apart, I wonder what he''ll do.”
Morrison scowled, “What on earth are you rambling about?"
“Just go out and see for yourself.” Megan scolded angrily, showing no regard for Morrison''s dignity.
With a cloud of frustration shadowing his face, Morrison strode out of the room.
The banquet hall was segmented into various areas, with spaces for guests to lounge around the
edges.
Morrison had just reached the corridor leading to the banquet hall when a sneer echoed through the
air.
“After all, she''s a Davis girl. Shouldn''t she be the epitome of dignity? So high and mighty in college,
and now her marriage is a hot mess. If her career doesn''t pick up, what''s she got left to show for
herself in this world?"
“Managing a marriage? Please, did Morrison ever give her a chance? He never had eyes for her
back in school. But she''s cunning, alright. Managed to trap Morrison by getting pregnant with his
child”