Chapter 540

The scent was vastly different from the one in the dressing room! Initially, it had the fresh, pure fragrance of a young girl, but now it possessed a mature allure and undeniable sexiness. It was as if a girl had blossomed into a woman, transforming from innocent naiveté to sophisticated attractiveness. It wasn't exactly what she'd envisioned, but it far exceeded her expectations.

"Lisa, your father is a truly exceptional perfumer," the female reporter exclaimed. "This scent is incredible. I'd be honored to receive a bottle." Her desire was palpable.

Lisa was delighted by this unexpected reaction. Giving it away was out of the question. "I'm sorry," she said, "this perfume was custom-made for me."

After a pause, she added, "Actually, it wasn't made by my father, but by a friend."

"A friend? One of your father's students? Who is this expert?"

Their conversation drifted from the runway show. Personal interest sparked an engaging exchange.

"She's not my father's student. She's a perfumer from Hyderland." Lisa considered Lily an expert; even without the official title of "top perfumer," she deserved it.

"A Hyderland expert? Then she's…" The reporter leaned in, eager for more, but Lisa's assistant arrived. "My darling, why are you still here? Everyone's gone!"

The assistant, spotting the reporter, quickly intervened. "Sorry, the event has ended. We don't accept private interviews. Please contact our company for appointments." She pulled Lisa away.

The reporter, disappointed at not getting the full story, suddenly had a brilliant idea. Her press release, initially a standard runway report, lacked impact. But what if she framed it around the perfume? The upcoming annual perfume competition offered a wealth of newsworthy angles, including the recent bankruptcy of MN Inc. after their chief perfumer's arrest and the dismissal of a judge due to alleged drug use. While gossip abounded, the public craved fresh, compelling news.

A headline like, "International Supermodel Chooses Exclusive Hyderland Perfumer, Bypassing Major Brands," would be undeniably captivating. A little more detail, and the identity of the mystery perfumer would be speculated.

The reporter felt she'd struck gold. Lisa, too, felt a renewed appreciation for the perfume; its fragrance seemed even more intoxicating.

In the car, Lisa's odd behavior caught her assistant's attention. "Lisa, what's wrong? Is your wrist bothering you? Or is something wrong with your nose? What are you smelling?"

"This is amazing!" Lisa whispered mysteriously, then quickly waved her wrist under her assistant's nose. "Does it smell good?"

The assistant looked utterly bewildered.