Chapter 373

"Mr. Blackwood, it's an honor to meet you."

Dominic shook hands with him, though the other man's enthusiasm far surpassed his own.

Evelyn observed Donovan Blackwood's warm demeanor and effortless charm.

Had this meeting been prearranged?

"What do you think? I wasn't exaggerating, was I? Let me be frank—in this industry, I wouldn't dare claim Olivella Soap is the absolute best, but it is undoubtedly the most innovative."

He gestured toward the meticulously arranged shelves.

"These aren't just cleansing bars—they're functional art. Over 85% of our Olivella Soap is plant-based. The skincare benefits speak for themselves, but beyond that, they make exquisite gifts. Customizable, versatile, and beautifully packaged."

Donovan's presence commanded immediate respect from the staff, their postures straightening as soon as he entered.

Assuming this was strictly business, Evelyn stayed silent, quietly admiring the intricate carvings. Even if the owner boasted, the craftsmanship justified his pride.

She had seen decorative candles, wood carvings, even stone sculptures—but soap as an art form was entirely new to her.

"What's your take?"

The question caught her off guard. She hadn't expected Dominic to seek her opinion mid-negotiation.

"Pardon?"

He tilted his head slightly. "Your thoughts on these products."

Evelyn blinked. Why ask me? I'm not the business expert here.

Still, she dusted her hands lightly and stood. "They're impressive, certainly. But Mr. Blackwood mentioned innovation earlier?"

Donovan nodded eagerly. "Precisely. To date, no one else has replicated our designs."

Evelyn surveyed the displays. "The craftsmanship is remarkable. The variety of styles, the attention to detail—and the option for customization is a smart touch."

"Exactly! We prioritize originality to ensure customer satisfaction. Our packaging is also designed for practicality, whether for gifting or personal use," Donovan explained.

She hesitated before voicing her next thought. "They're beautiful, but... innovation invites imitation."

Her gaze drifted toward the bustling street outside. Countless shops sold Olivella Soap, and nearby factories mass-produced generic versions. Uniqueness never lasted long.

Donovan sighed in agreement. "You're absolutely right. Knockoffs have already appeared, though none match our quality. Still, long-term, we need stronger differentiators—which is why we're eager to collaborate with Mr. Kensington."

His hopeful glance shifted to Dominic, but the man's focus remained fixed on Evelyn. "Well?" he prompted. "What do you think?"

Evelyn barely resisted the urge to pinch him. What do I think?

The shop was lovely.

But was he seriously considering buying it?