The Fragrance Queen's Final Note novel Chapter 115

"It's nothing serious," Zander murmured. "I just wanted to ask if Jessica had time to come visit us at the house for a couple of days."

Sensing Queenie's absolute panic, Zander decided to hold his tongue.

Queenie dug her nails brutally into her palms.

She knew exactly what he had been about to reveal: her perfume studio. That was her grandfather's ultimate trigger.

She had no idea why Desmond harbored such a psychotic hatred for perfume, but no woman in the Xylon family was permitted to wear it. If anyone was caught smelling of fragrance, he would fly into a terrifying rage and verbally destroy them.

Queenie often felt like she was born to clash with him.

Everything he admired, she despised.

Everything he loathed, she loved fiercely.

Because of this, her studio had been a strictly guarded secret. Zander had promised to keep it, yet here he was, fully prepared to weaponize it.

In the past, she might not have cared as much. But everything was different now.

If her grandfather found out she was secretly mixing perfumes, he would launch a full-scale inquisition into her life.

He would discover she was entering the Aurélle fragrance competition.

He might even uncover the impending divorce.

Worse still, Aurélle was owned by the Zimmer family—his sworn enemies. To him, working with them would be high treason. He would use every ounce of his power to obliterate her dreams.

And the most terrifying part? Her divorce papers were already processing. She only had about ten days left before it was finalized.

If Desmond found out now, it would be over. As a retired dean of a prestigious law school, half the legal professionals in Seaview City were his former students. Pulling a few strings to halt her mandatory waiting period and block the divorce would be effortless for him.

She had no choice.

She had to swallow the abuse and play along.

Once those papers were signed and she stood on that competition stage, she would never be controlled by anyone ever again.

"Oh, Zander, you want me to visit?" Jessica chirped eagerly. "Of course I'd love to—"

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