Chapter 367

Evelyn's lips curved into a knowing smile.

"Honestly, I don't even need to guess. The personal signatures in these two fragrances are unmistakable. Both carry that distinctive orchid note - rich, intoxicating, impossible to ignore."

Her gaze locked onto Harrison Whitaker with sudden intensity.

"It's nearly identical to your signature scent."

Harrison remained stone-faced. "And your conclusion?"

"You created both these perfumes. They're your creations," Evelyn stated without hesitation.

His eyebrow arched. "Are you absolutely certain? Many contestants gave that exact answer. Yet your written analysis noted significant differences between the two scents."

"Completely sure."

Evelyn leaned forward. "While the top notes differ dramatically, I noted something crucial in my answer - their base notes are identical. The divergence likely stems from one being an early work, the other a recent reformulation."

She continued passionately. "As perfumers, we don't just create new scents. We revisit, refine, perfect. Our perspectives evolve with experience. What seemed flawless years ago might reveal new possibilities today."

For the first time, Harrison's expression shifted.

"You've studied my portfolio."

"Of course. You're a legend in our field. Studying masters like you is how we grow."

"Then tell me," his voice warmed with genuine curiosity, "which of my creations do you admire most? And which would you rather forget?"

The conversation flowed effortlessly after that. Hours melted away unnoticed until an abrupt knock interrupted them.

"Mr. Whitaker?"

Harrison frowned at the intrusion. "Yes?"

A nervous assistant peered in. "Ms. Carter's ride has arrived."

Harrison checked his watch, startled. The entire afternoon had vanished. It had been years since he'd enjoyed such stimulating dialogue.

All his initial skepticism about Evelyn had evaporated. He regarded her with newfound respect.

"Evelyn," he said, dropping formalities entirely. "Your understanding of fragrance is exceptional. I'd be honored if you'd join my research team in Valmont."

Evelyn's breath caught. This was the ultimate validation for any perfumer - an invitation from the legendary Harrison Whitaker himself.

Yet hesitation flickered across her features.

After Dominic Reeves had stolen her previous creations, she'd vowed to establish her own signature line. This opportunity, while prestigious, might delay those plans.

"Your offer means more than I can express," she said carefully. "But my path lies with Celestia Group in Veridia. There's still much I need to accomplish there."

Harrison's eyes widened. No one had ever refused him before.

"Valmont is the world's perfume capital," he pressed. "Veridia hasn't produced a master perfumer in decades. You're squandering your gift there."

The regret in his voice was palpable.