Chapter 433
Dominic Reeves' world was crumbling.
He had envisioned soaring sales and skyrocketing profits. Instead, he was met with bullets—one after another, each more devastating than the last.
At 9:00 AM, a verified account with a massive following dropped three explosive videos.
The first was an old financial interview. Dominic, brimming with confidence, boasted about his perfume empire. He spoke passionately about the industry’s potential, lamenting the lack of elite perfumers in Veridia.
He promised to personally oversee every new fragrance development, vowing to work closely with perfumers who brought him innovative ideas.
His words dripped with ambition.
The second video was DR Holdings’ press conference—the day Evelyn Carter walked away.
The footage captured Dominic’s subtle panic when Evelyn refused to apologize. Vanessa Blake’s nervous glances and silent exchanges with him were crystal clear.
The camera work was impeccable. Every micro-expression, every hesitation—nothing escaped scrutiny.
The third video was the most humiliating. Authorities escorted Dominic from a lobby, his arms laden with 99 roses.
Attached was his apology letter, key phrases highlighted in glaring red.
He claimed ignorance. Deception. Betrayal.
He blamed Vanessa for everything, painting himself as a victim too consumed by business to notice her treachery.
The account posted no commentary.
It didn’t need to.
The internet erupted.
Dominic was drowning.
He didn’t remember half the things he’d said in those interviews. How could he? He’d given countless speeches, made endless promises—all hollow.
Whoever orchestrated this had patience. They waited, gathered evidence, and struck when he least expected it.
The contradictions were damning.
In one breath, he vowed to oversee production. In the next, he denied any involvement.
The public wasn’t stupid.
Then came the final blow.
At 10:30 AM, Phoenix Labs’ official website updated.
Certificates. Trophies. Awards.
Evelyn Carter had won first place in the International Perfumery Competition.
The industry rejoiced.
For years, Veridian perfumers had been mocked abroad. Evelyn changed that.
She didn’t just compete—she dominated.
Rumors spread that she’d turned down Harrison Whitaker’s offer to join his prestigious company.
Her name thundered through the industry like a storm.
This wasn’t a direct attack on Dominic.
But timing was everything.
An hour after his humiliation, Evelyn’s triumph shone brighter.
She wasn’t just exceptional in Veridia—she’d conquered the international stage.
And Vanessa Blake?
She paled in comparison.