A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 72

That night, the official account of a well-known nail clipper brand announced that they were sold out and rushing production, telling fans to come back in three days.

They sold 50 million nail clippers in a single day.

Two-thirds of the shipping addresses were directed to Orchard TV, the network Iris was currently working with.

Her fans were devoted, crazy, and wealthy.

The opportunity to make a fortune had arrived.

This was a chance to become famous overnight, sweep through high society, and jump up the social ladder.

However.

Quentin pushed his glasses up his nose.

The Botanical Beauty Cream was formulated by Winifred.

She loved looking beautiful.

Back in middle school, when she had a few breakouts on her forehead, she mixed her own remedies to treat them. The pimples disappeared, but left a tiny mark.

She was so distressed she checked the mirror ten times a day.

That sparked her interest in holistic skincare.

After more than ten years of experimentation, with guidance from her mentor, the result was a highly refined, stunningly effective product.

Winifred held the formula.

And it hadn't been fully rolled out yet; making a single batch took a long time, so production was slow.

But.

Quentin thought of another angle. He had only told Winifred to take a few days off; he hadn't explicitly fired her.

He could go back, talk to her, and tell her about a change in her role. From now on, she could work from home, making the beauty cream, along with the clinic's custom sprays and supplements.

Quentin subtly glanced at Holden.

The man only had eyes for Iris.

It was obvious he was favoring his new love and destroying his ex-wife. He was punishing Winifred for Iris's sake.

Holden had spoken to him a few days ago... either fire Winifred or let the clinic go out of business. Choose one.

The current Holden hated Winifred to the core and wanted to drive her to a dead end.

Winifred wouldn't be able to find a job out there.

She had a heavy burden, raising two kids who needed food, clothes, and an education.

Clearly, she was out of options.

If there was money to be made, she would definitely be eager to do it.

So, Quentin agreed.

"No problem. How many sets does Ms. Morgan want? I'll arrange it."

Iris: "Let's start with ten. I'll share some with my mother-in-law, my mom, and my best friends."

"Alright." Quentin pulled out a pen and noted it down.

Holden said, "One bottle is only good for two uses. Give me a few more."

Quentin instructed the nurse, "Pack three bottles for Mr. Lockwood to take with him later."

The nurse replied, "We don't have any more. This was the last bottle."

Quentin pushed his glasses up his nose. "Weren't there eleven bottles during the pharmacy inventory this morning?"

The nurse: "Livia said an older lady who had used it before bought ten bottles at once to take back to her hometown."

Quentin adjusted his glasses again.

The custom spray was also made by Winifred.

This technique was her mentor's exclusive specialty. He himself had only learned about thirty percent of it, just scratching the surface.

Years ago, after his parents took him back from Sterling Peak, he followed them as they traveled for work.

When he was young, his parents worked assembly lines and didn't focus on their children's education.

As he grew older, he could take the train alone, but his parents balked at the ticket cost.

Only during winter breaks, when he followed his parents back to their hometown for the holidays, would he take a bus to Sterling Peak to find Chester Shultz and study for a few days.

That excluded his three years of high school, when studies were too intense for him to find the time.

He wasn't like Winifred, who relentlessly followed her mentor every summer and winter break without fail.

When the holidays ended and she returned to Holden's house for school, her mentor would prepare medical texts and related assignments for her.

Winifred had been immersed in the world of holistic medicine since childhood, working her way toward mastery.