Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 778

Silas's generosity left everyone in the room speechless.

Mr. Perry, with a nasty scowl, yanked Marguerite towards him and barked, "Do you think your family's perfume is made of gold? Charging four thousand bucks a bottle?"

Marguerite corrected him: "Mr. Perry, that's the cost price, not the selling price."

Mr. Perry shoved Marguerite aside and hurried over to Silas to show off, "Mr. Ward, don't let this little lady fool you! Here in the states, even the priciest perfumes don't go beyond a grand, two at most!

And here she is, asking for four thousand dollars a bottle, clearly trying to rip you off!"

Four thousand dollars expensive?

The ingredients she used for her perfumes were top-notch, sourced from the finest flowers worldwide.

Besides, Poppy Petal Fragrances aimed for the luxury market from the get-go.

Keeping the cost price at four thousand dollars was already squeezing it as tight as possible.

Seeing Mr. Perry so worked up, the assistant smoothly explained: "Mr. Perry, we've heard about the Poppy Petal Fragrances project abroad.

Mr. Ward came back this time specifically for it. We only attended tonight's dinner because we heard someone from Poppy Petal Fragrances would be here."

This statement made Mr. Perry's face turn red with embarrassment!

He had been jet-setting abroad, hoping to clinch a deal with Silas, only to find out Silas wasn't even willing to meet him, always sending this assistant to brush him off!

And there Poppy Petal Fragrances goes, swooping in without making a peep!

He wondered how he hadn't heard about any lucrative projects from Poppy Petal Fragrances before?

Scammers!

But what makes you think Poppy Petal Fragrances can match up to Polar Radiance? What a joke!"

Silas frowned, clearly irritated by the pompous man before him.

He was determined about the project he wanted to invest in, losses be damned.

Who was Mr. Perry to make decisions for him?

His eyes narrowed in annoyance, he turned to his assistant, "Ike, the contract, please!"

The assistant promptly pulled out a brand-new contract and a pen from his briefcase and turned to Marguerite, asking, "Miss, what's the name of your company's perfume? I need to include it in the contract."

Marguerite turned her head toward Mr. Perry, a sly smile on her lips, "Polar Radiance."