I Became His Sweetheart by Bright Eyes

Chapter 325 Convicted

Melanie and the two policemen exchanged glances before smiling helplessly.

This lady wasn’t only blind, but also mentally disoriented. No wonder she got lost.

Melanie handed her identity card to the policemen, who checked and verified her identity before allowing her

to leave the police station.

Before she left, the blind lady clung onto Melanie’s arm, refusing to let go. The tears brimming in her eyes were genuine. Melanie almost couldn’t bear to leave.

“Madam,” Melanie tried to comfort her, “I need to leave right now. I’ll leave my phone number with you, and

you can contact me anytime.”

“Give me your number, I’ll memorize it,” the lady said, finally calming down.

Melanie recited her phone number to the old lady, who committed it to memory before finally allowing Melanie

to go.

After the interlude, Melanie focused all her attention on the perfume exhibition.

Mr. Smith was actively involved as well. They worked with employees of Morgan Group and Thousand Acre

Exhibitions to design and furnish the exhibition hall in two starkly different styles. The exterior of the exhibition

hall looked fiery and passionate, while the interior looked cold as ice. The zoomed-in photos that made up the

backdrop were thought-provoking.

Positioned at the most eye-catching position in the exhibition hall was the ‘Siberian Butterflies’ perfume that

wasn’t yet showcased to the world.

On the first day of the exhibition, Elder Gibson came without any warning. It came as a pleasant surprise to

Melanie.

by myself,” Elder Gibson said, trying to make Melanie leave his side by looking as if

to my mentor,” Melanie said with a

they not important? You pay me dividends every quarter right

too, okay?” Elder Gibson scolded

looking as if realization just dawned upon her. “So you do care about the measly

you! In that case, I have to work

guests who were interested in her fragrances. From

and he

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over; she realized he wasn’t staring at

perfume display.

feature the hands of the old lady in the mountains as she made potpourri by hand. Her hands are old and wrinkly, yet svelte and lithe, a paradoxical representation of someone seemingly of privilege worn down by the passage

depth to this photo.

you all right?” Melanie asked after standing with him for a

his gaze, as he

trailed off with an

lady who lives in Mount Coloss. She was making potpourri

head, and turned to leave. When he brushed past her, she seemed to notice tears

eyes.

memories of his loved one, who had passed

further, so Melanie didn’t follow him and instead allowed him the space to roam around and look at other

the entrance of the exhibition hall. Jeffrey was here with

employees.

started swarming around him as he

Melanie.

here with a bunch of reporters and policemen. Seems like he’s here for you,” Jeffrey whispered into her

for a while now,” Melanie said with a twinkle

expected this to happen, but he truly felt at ease when he heard her say that. “Do you need me

effect that John and I both want won’t be achieved,” Melanie said unceremoniously while

things for me.”

Ruin things for her?

did as he was told and walked through the crowd to the

exhibition.

had expected, shortly after the hype