Chapter 405 Snow Between the Brows The next day, Melanie took Jeffreyâs private plane to Medonia.
Throughout the journey, she enjoyed the fullâservice treatment from the entire staff on the plane. She had even better treatment than the injured Jeffrey.
Cyrus also arrived at the venue for the fragrance competition. Knowing that Melanie was back, he specifically asked her to take him to the fragrance blending room to smell the fragrance she had created.
âIs this fragrance a mystery, or a solution?â Cyrus asked.
âMystery.â Melanie replied.
âThe fragrance base is deep, melancholic, with middle notes of mimosa and musk. When you smell it, it immediately accumulates in your heart, bitter and lingering. What mystery are you creating?â
âEmotion,â Melanie said.
âEmotion?â
âYes, the most unpredictable thing in the world is emotion. The word emotion is like flowers and dew, or clouds and moon. They appear to be intertwined, but are forever separated. Whatâs love supposed to be? It makes one hold no fear in the face of death,â
Melanie explained.
Cyrus put down her fragrance and lowered his head, remaining silent for a moment before saying, âIndeed, I could smell the feeling you describe in this fragrance. It makes me feel like Iâm carrying a heavy curse and fate.
âDoes it have a name?â Cyrus asked again.
âThis is an international competition, and I want to highlight the characteristics of our domestic contestants. Coincidentally, the Yorks intend to invest, so I plan to design the perfume packaging in an ancient Ustalian style, in collaboration with the familyâs patriotic reputation. Iâve thought about the name, and I intend to call it â.
Snow Between the Brows.ââ
âDeep feelings pile up like Snow Between the Brows, which looks like Snow Between the Brows...â Cyrus raised his eyebrows.
âThis name has a unique charm.â
âThank you for the compliment, sir.â
âSo, do you have any ideas for the corresponding solution? Have you thought about it?â Cyrus asked.
Melanie smiled. âOriginally, I had no idea, so I returned to Ustal to handle some matters first. I planned to return to Medonia when I had a clearer idea. Just these few days, Iâve experienced some things, and ideas are slowly taking shape.â
Cyrus couldnât help but be curious. âCan you reveal a little in advance?â
âIâll tell you when Iâve finished it. I want to keep you in suspense,â Melanie said playfully.
Cyrus pretended to be displeased, and crossed his arms. âWhen do you plan to make it? Tonight?â
+15 BONOS âMaster, youâre too impatient. I plan to go to the Yorks today. Iâll come back in a few days to work on it,â
Melanie said.
Cyrus raised his eyebrows. âYouâre going to the Yorks? I just made an appointment with Joseph. Letâs go together.â
âOkay.â
Melanie agreed without hesitation. With Cyrus providing cover, it would be easier for her than going to the York family alone.
The York estate.
Harlow also returned from Harbor City. To show loyalty and filial piety, he didnât change his clothes and went straight to Josephâs study to report on the business development in Harbor City.
Only when Joseph nodded did he breathe a sigh of relief and return to his own courtyard.
In his room, Sylvia, wearing a strong fragrance and a sexy nightgown, was waiting for him. As soon as she saw him, she clung to him without letting go.
âHarlow, Iâve missed you so much.â
âGet lost!â Harlow impatiently pushed her away.
He had indulged her for a few days before, so this woman thought she was something. If he wasnât in a hurry to return to Ustal with Luis a few days ago, he would have sent her away long ago. He didnât expect her to still cling to him like this.
Sylvia, seeing that Harlow was indeed disgusted with her, could only grit her teeth and change her strategy.â Harlow, did you instruct not to let anyone treat that bastardâs injuries?â
âWhatâs wrong?â
Harlow loosened his tie and leaned against the sofa, impatience evident on his face.
âHis injuries have actually healed! Itâs only been a few days, but I already saw him starting to play football on the field yesterday.
A few days ago, he was still running a fever and his wound was infected. If no one had bought medicine for him, how could he have recovered so quickly?â