After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 1001

Chapter 1001: This is Your Fate

Joel Hipps listened carefully to Clare, finding his words reasonable. "Regardless of the truth, we need to handle the crisis management well. Otherwise, Hipps Group will suffer too much."

"Joel, with your understanding of the Dark Secret perfume, do you think it really has issues?" Clare found it strange since the perfume had been selling very well.

How could it bring bad luck?

Was it some kind of superstition?

He suspected that a competitor might be sabotaging Hipps Group's perfume.

"The posts say so, and the feedback from netizens is intense. It doesn't look like rumors or paid trolls," Joel Hipps also found it very odd. "Could it really bring bad luck? Anyway, it's better for us to try it ourselves."

"We'll only know after trying." Clare chatted with Joel Hipps for a while longer before hanging up.

Not long after he hung up, he received a dozen bottles of sample perfume from Hipps Group employees.

He distributed them to several servants at home and gave one bottle each to the three young ladies of the Hipps family.

Only Maritza did not receive one.

The three young ladies stood in the main house's living room, looking troubled.

Jaelynn held the perfume in her hand, feeling waves of fear. She didn't dare to use it!

It was said to bring bad luck.

Although it was their family's product, she didn't want to use it!

So, she observed Clare's expression and whispered, "Clare, is this perfume causing such a fuss that our Hipps family can't sell it anymore? You actually gave each of us a bottle."

Martha quickly voiced her opinion as well, "Yes, I've heard this perfume is very sinister. We better not use it!"

Annika remained silent.

The Dark Secret perfume incident had caused an uproar; almost everyone knew about it.

The Hipps family must be in a mess now.

Clare giving them perfume now... it was a bit strange.

Hearing his two nieces' opinions, Clare looked displeased.

"People are saying this perfume is toxic and brings bad luck. I'm going to use a bottle myself, and you all should try it too. In three days, let's see if we have bad luck. I don't believe it; we live in a scientific society now."

Annika immediately said, "Uncle is right. It's our family's perfume; we should try it ourselves. If it really brings bad luck, then the rumors outside are true. If not, then someone is trying to harm us."

Jaelynn twitched her mouth; that was some flattery.

At the welcome dinner a few days ago, Annika had just provoked Sylvia and feared being disliked by the main house. So now... she was trying to curry favor?

Martha also noticed Annika's attempt to curry favor with Clare.

So she couldn't help but exchange a glance with Jaelynn.

Their eyes met briefly before they looked away knowingly.

"You all take the perfume back and try it. I've also given a bottle to several other servants. Everyone should try it." Clare waved his hand tiredly, "You can all go back now."

So the three sisters left the main house with a bottle of perfume each.

After leaving, they didn't dare go to Maritza's Lakeside Pavilion.

They felt that the small courtyard now had an eerie atmosphere.

Who would dare go there?

Maritza hadn't left her house for two days. She stayed in her courtyard, not wanting to see anyone, and probably no one wanted to see her either.

Even Clare, the heir, hadn't come to call on her.

She was becoming increasingly anxious.

Just as she was feeling restless, she suddenly noticed something wrong with the camphor tree in her courtyard.

The once lush and robust tree's leaves were turning yellow and falling off.

She had locked herself in her house for two days, and when she stepped out of the two-story building, the camphor tree had changed, with fallen leaves covering the ground.

The tree was dying?

This type of tree didn't require much care; just water was enough.

Why was it suddenly dying?

She was pale with worry but helpless.

She sat down under the camphor tree with a thud. Was she really beyond saving...

At that moment, the door to her courtyard creaked open.

Startled, she looked towards the door and saw Clare's handsome face.

The tall man stood at the door, his face stern. "It's been two or three days since this happened. I've been waiting for you to come to me. And what? You think hiding will solve anything?"

Maritza's face turned deathly pale. She couldn't help but step back. "Uncle, I don't know! I don't know anything!"

"Even now you won't tell the truth? Is there really a problem with that perfume?" Clare was so angry he wanted to slap her. "If our Hipps Group's perfume is ruined because of you, you'll pay for it!"

Maritza couldn't tell Clare about consulting a master for fortune-telling or about the master's setup for changing her luck and advancing her career.

"Uncle, I didn't... I really didn't..." Maritza had been suffering for days; every breath felt like agony.

Clare still wanted to give her one last chance. "I've used that perfume myself, and so have others in the family. We'll see if there's a problem in three days!"