Chapter 803

"Dad, I've thought about this, and I'm not to blame. I have no idea who I offended, and that woman, Naomi, was trying to scam me!" Damian cried. Wiping away his tears, he continued, "They all set me up! That's enough. Naomi's allergies were obvious, and they couldn't be faked. I saw the photos and videos—they're real. There's even a hospital report"

"Maybe it's all part of her plan!" Damian interjected hastily. "She added an allergen to the perfume to frame me!"

Joseph glanced at him, then sat on the couch. "Why would she do that? Do you have a problem with her? Did you wrong her?"

Damian shook his head. He couldn't understand it either. "I don't know why, but I'm sure she framed me! The perfume is fine, I can assure you." He had personally supervised the entire production process and hired an internationally renowned perfumer, ensuring there were no mistakes. After much deliberation, he concluded the problem stemmed from Naomi; she might be allergic to something in the perfume, or she may have been paid to frame him. He deeply regretted his choice of models. If he had known, he wouldn't have hired domestic models. They weren't famous, yet they caused immense trouble.

"Dad, if you'd allocated more budget, I could have hired an international supermodel. This wouldn't have happened," Damian complained.

"Shut the hell up!" Joseph exclaimed, pointing at him. "Didn't I tell you we had a limited budget in the early stages? You wanted internationally renowned perfumers and international models! Why don't you fly to space and hire aliens to endorse your products? Would that be better?"

Damian fell silent, rebuked.

Elizabeth intervened. "Why are you so harsh? Damian's right, though. I always buy name brands. Who wants a perfume from some unknown perfumer? Look what happened—he ran into this problem because he couldn't afford a world-famous supermodel. You're not capable enough, and you want our son to succeed, yet you won't give him the budget. How can you do that? You want him to achieve something but refuse to support him!"

"Enough! This is messed up enough," Joseph said, massaging his temples. He was agitated. "No matter what, you shouldn't have confronted Naomi then. I told you not to, but you didn't listen!"

"I just wanted to know what she was up to!" Damian muttered, refusing to back down. "I didn't expect so many reporters."

"Damn it! Reporters would be watching you, and our company! Didn't you think of that?" Joseph was exhausted. He gasped for breath, speechless for a moment. He was a mess.

Elizabeth looked at Joseph, then nudged Damian to pour a glass of water for him. She handed it to Joseph. "Okay, calm down. It's done. Let's figure out how to fix this. Damian's right, he was just impulsive. The model is key. None of this would have happened without her."

After calming down, Joseph considered her words. Naomi was indeed the critical factor.

"Damian, are you sure our perfume is fine?" Joseph's question showed his support and trust.

Damian understood, moving closer and squatting before Joseph. "Dad, trust me. The perfume is perfect! I supervised the entire process, from research to production. Nothing went wrong!"