Chapter 1449


    Tears trickled down her flushed cheeks, reigniting the sting she''d been trying to soothe with the gentlest


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    of touches.


    A crowd of onlookers had begun to gather.


    "I heard some of my buddies rave about the Ar-Bl-Clear Group''s products, saying they worked


    wonders. How on earth could something like this happen?"


    "Maybe it''s a bad batch issue? It started out great, but then to make a quick buck, they swapped the


    high-quality ingredients for cheap junk and threw in some banned substances. Not surprising at all!"


    “But the Ar-Bl-Clear Group is a big name brand. They''ve worked hard to build their reputation. It doesn''t


    make sense to jeopardize their image for a few extra dors. This kind of bad press could really hurt


    their business."


    "Hey, you''re defending the Ar-Bl-Clear Group pretty hard. What, are you on their payroll or something?"


    “What are you on about? I''m just passing by."


    The bystanders chattered incessantly, some even breaking into arguments.


    More and more journalists were swarming the scene, all eager to scoop the story.


    Arabe parked her car near the group''s headquarters and immediately drew attention as she stepped


    out.


    It was her youth and beauty that turned heads. Her face was a stark contrast to the others’! Upon


    seeing Arabe approach, a squad of staff members from the main building broke into a brisk jog to


    greet her. The reporters didn''t even get a chance to bombard them with questions before they reached


    Arabe and respectfully greeted, "President Arabe."


    The crowd was in disbelief. This girl, who looked no older than a teenager, was a heavyweight in a


    major corporation! "President Arabe, you''ve arrived!" the Ar-Bl-Clear Group''s Vice President


    Catharina whispered urgently, "We''ve got over two dozen media outlets here"


    “Where are the victims?" Arabe''s presence dominated, exuding both coolness and authority.


    Journalists surged toward her, microphones thrust forward, bombarding her with questions.


    "May I ask who you are? Can you speak on behalf of the Ar-Bl-Clear Group?"


    “I see Ms. Catharina treating you with great respect. Are you her superior?"


    "There are ims that the Ar-Bl-Clear Group''s products cause facial damage.


    Have you used them?"


    “Is it true that the Ar-Bl-Clear Group added banned substances to their products to make a quick profit,


    regardless of consumer safety?"


    “Will you take responsibility for those who''ve been harmed?"


    “What''s your n to deal with this situation?"


    Dozens of cameras were trained on Arabe, dozens of microphones nearly shoved in her face, each


    journalist vying for her answer, giving her no time to think.


    "Who''s been disfigured?" Arabe''s voice carried the cold authority of a leader,manding the


    attention of all present.


    The media parted to create a pathway.


    A curly-haired woman, visibly irate, pushed to the front. "We''re the victims here! What''s your role in the


    Ar-Bl-Clear Group? Are you important enough to discuss a solution with us? We demand to see the


    highest authority in the Ar-Bl-Clear Group!"