Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 128:Thank you for your appreciation, Mr.

Carman, but all I possess are modest skills.

"I'm not excellent enough to work in a company like yours," Allison said with a polite smile as she put away Rodrigo's business card.

Besides, I'm working with the Carisma company to help a friend, so I can't leave like this.

like that.

Rodrigo, an astute businessman, easily took the hint.

He smiled and stepped back politely.

Well, thank you for your hard work, Miss Clarke.

He withdrew his complaint and Allison wasted no time in returning to the company.

He still had a mountain of work ahead of him.

Creating 500 handmade perfume bottles in a single day was no easy task, and the team was already working overtime to meet the deadline.

How many bottles have we finished, he asked as soon as he walked through the door.

So far, 200, they told him.

Great.

Let's finish the rest together.

I know it has been a hard day, but the client is satisfied and the complaint has been withdrawn.

When we're done, everyone will get a bonus, Allison announced, her voice full of encouragement.

The exhausted team perked up at hearing about bonuses and a new wave of determination washed over them.

Allison didn't hesitate to get to work with them.

.

His hands moved gracefully, deftly handling ingredients and tools with great delicacy.

She went through the day without a hitch, assembling a perfume bottle in a fraction of the time it took the others.

Her efficiency was impressive, and as the hours passed, her admiration only grew.

They realized that his talent and leadership abilities were extraordinary.

It was clear that you weren't here just because of your contacts.

The smiles became more genuine and the compliments more sincere.

Ms.

the legendary Scarlet

You are incredibly talented.

ingredients and know what

you, we'd be toast, said

need to do

take care of

a quiet corner, Marc's frustration simmered beneath

become an open secret,

the team

direction, perfume production

the morning, the last bottle

turns saying good

Good night, Mrs.

Clarke.

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

up the lab in

small jar of candy hidden away, along with a note signed by

said: Are you all

you, but don't forget to take a

the note

help but

normally shy and unremarkable, turned out to be

rumbled through the night, followed

looked outside and saw that

about to leave

Great.

.

.

I'll wait,

to brave the rain

opted for the latter, sat in a chair

was to fall

just signed the last contract

to

He checked his watch.

How strange.

should have gone home

forgotten to turn off

headed to

his surprise, Allison was fast asleep

features had softened

her long lashes, dark as a raven's feather, gave her a strangely peaceful air, so different from the cool,

felt his expression

his jacket and leaned

rain isn't going

going to catch a cold,"

her, Allison's hand shot