"Natalie, don’t be ridiculous!" Briena snapped, her fury evident. "You dare claim you’re Dew? Dew might actually sue you for faking her identity!"
Natalie remained completely unbothered. "Well, feel free to prove otherwise—go ahead and contact the Dew you know."
Briena turned sharply to Charlotte. "Can we call Dew’s manager?"
Charlotte hummed in acknowledgment, and soon, the manager was called forward—a woman dressed in formal business attire, carrying a sleek business bag in her hand.
"This is Dew’s manager, Ms. Shina," Charlotte introduced.
"Ms. Shina, this woman is claiming to be Dew," Briena said, her voice sharp. "I want you to inform Dew that someone is trying to impersonate them. As their manager, you need to take action."
Shina glanced at Natalie before turning back to Briena.
"I can’t do as you ask. She is—"
"Why not? Are you scared just because she has someone rich backing her?" Irene interrupted, her tone accusatory. "Fraud is fraud, and she can be sued for this!"
Shina maintained her professional attitude. "Will you let me speak, Miss?"
Irene fell silent, and Shina finally continued.
"Ms. Natalie is Dew." She paused, letting the words settle. "That’s why I can’t do as you said. I can’t sue my own boss destroying her own creation."
Another wave of shock rippled through the hall.
Briena stiffened. "Are you in cahoots with Natalie, lying in front of all these powerful people?" She refused to accept this revelation.
"I am not," Shina replied calmly.
She unzipped her black office bag—the one she always carried—and pulled out a set of documents.
"I always carry identification to confirm my position as Dew’s manager. And here," she held up several perfectly laminated, official certificates, "is proof that my boss is, in fact, the famous perfumer, Dew."
Briena instinctively reached for the documents, but Shina pulled them back.
"Not you," she said firmly. "I can’t show these documents to someone uninformed like you. Any official person here who knows how to verify legal documents is welcome to take a look."
"I will do it."
A well-respected guest among the attendees stood up to volunteer.
He took the documents, examined them carefully, while others waited holding their breaths.
Ivan, utterly shocked, could only stare at Natalie, ’She can’t be Dew. She can’t be...’
After a moment, the man announced, "These are real documents. Ms. Natalie is Dew."
"This can’t be..." Briena muttered, her face drained of color.
"Miss, are you doubting my credibility?" the man asked, displeased. "There are many others here who will say the same thing as me."
Charlotte, who knew the man’s status well, immediately stepped in.
"Apologies, Mr. Raider. She’s just shocked. We trust your judgment."
The documents were passed through several more hands—other esteemed guests who were well-versed in verifying official paperwork.
Each one confirmed the same truth.
Natalie was Dew.
The hall was filled with stunned silence.
The elusive perfumer, the one they had all been so eager to meet, the one whose creations they had been bidding millions—even billions—for... Had been standing right in front of them all along.
The most shocked person in the hall Ivan, he stepped forward, grabbed the documents from the others, and checked them himself—only to be filled with utter regret.
Natalie was Dew.
All along, he had Dew working for his company, and he had been the one to kick her out. What had he done?
And with that, the event came to an end, leaving everyone in attendance with many unexpected revelations to process.
Afterward, numerous guests tried to approach Natalie, eager to request a custom perfume from her. Some even offered to pay any price she asked.
But Natalie politely rejected every single one of them.
Without looking back, she left the event with James Harper.
Inside the car, Natalie found herself once again wondering what James must be thinking after all that drama.
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