The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

vChapter 1833
From early in the morning, Rose had been bustling around the venue for the
press conference.
They had been promoting in every fashion media platform, mobile ads, and
billboards in fashion districts. In the end, they even splurged on promoting a
trend on social media, which linked directly to the ad video shot by Winston.
Winston’s influence was, of course, extraordinary. The online views for the ad
soared to over a billion in just one day.
Headlines like “Spotlight Beauty’s New Product Launch,’ “Winston, and “Star
International Design Award” popped up one after another.
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“Ms. Rose, we’re getting a rousing response from all our promotional efforts.”
“With Winston’s endorsement and his massive fan base, coupled with the
international influence of Ms. Summers, there’s no doubt our new product is a
smashing success.”
“I bet by no later than next year, our brand will be known worldwide. Spotlight
Beauty has done it—the H Country brand has gone international”
The team gathered around Rose, brimming with pride and joy.
“Thanks to Ms. Summers. If it weren’t for her, Spotlight Beauty probably wouldn’t
have reached the current scale for another decade or more.”
Chloe was their company’s savior. Thank God she was Ms. Rose’ good friend,
offering her help unconditionally.
Rose smiled, taking in the fully prepared venue before turning to her colleagues
with a glass of juice in her hand from a nearby table.
“Chloe has been instrumental, but you all are just as important. It’s your wisdom
and hard work that has taken Spotlight Beauty this monumental step forward.
“As the CEO of Spotlight Beauty, I thank you all for your dedication, for helping
me inch closer to my dreams, and I believe Spotlight Beauty is a platform where
you can achieve your dreams too.
Let’s continue to work together for our dreams, for glory, and for ourselves.”
Moved by Rose’s words, everyone raised their glasses in a toast and drained
them in celebration.
“Just waiting for this success party to wrap up smoothly.”
Rose smiled, glancing sideways to ask, “What time is it now?”
“Two o’clock, one more hour until the journalists arrive.”
Rose nodded, “Let’s do one last check for any oversights.”
“Sure thing.”
Everyone went back to their posts, ensuring everything was in order. A final
check wouldn’t take long.
Before long, they regrouped, and after confirming all was well, they sat down to
rest, each with a phone in hand.
Rose took a seat by the window, gazing out through the blue-tinted glass at the
gloomy, foggy sky outside. In the distance, the top of the tall buildings already
had aviation warning lights flashing.
Her juice had been replaced by a thermos, which she now cradled as she gazed
distantly, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, her colleagues whispered among themselves.
Rose didn’t mind. After days of planning, making snap decisions, setting up the

venue, and handling publicity and security, the workload had been heavy.
Now with a moment to rest, she wasn’t going to squeeze them even in
downtime.
But soon, a pair nudged each other over to her side. Their pushing and shoving
broke through Rose’s reverie. She turned to them with a gentle smile, “What’s
up?”
They glanced at each other, relieved by Rose’s good mood, then said: “Mrs.
Witt, today is Mr. Witt’s birthday. The banquet is almost starting now, and it’s
held at the Witt family’s own hotel. It’s super luxurious. Many people have
already started sharing photos online. Are you not going to attend?”
Rose’s eyes flickered, “I can’t leave this event.’
Some looked disappointed, “But as his wife, is it really okay not to attend Mr.
Witt’s birthday party?”
Rose smiled wryly, “Birthdays should be happy occasions. There might be other
not-so-pure motives involved, but my attendance doesn’t seem that significant,
and I really am tied up here.”
“But you’re Mrs. Witt. Your absence will surely cause a stir.’
Rose exhaled softly, her smile tinged with resignation, “Let them enjoy their fun.
We better focus on our tasks here.”
Sensing she didn’t want to linger on the subject, the others backed off with a
sense of loss.
Everyone had been watching the exchange, and while it seemed unusual for a
wife not to attend her husband’s birthday, in R City, the Witt couple’s
unorthodoxy was the norm.
“Wow, it’s snowing!”
Minutes later, someone shouted in surprise, and people flocked to the windows.
Returning from the restroom, Rose saw her team pressing their faces to the
glass, their voices filled with excitement.
“The snow’s heavier than last year. It hasn’t been long since the last one.”
“This looks bigger than the first snowfall. It is so beautiful.”
“Ah, makes me want to play outside. It’s been ages since I’ve really enjoyed the
snow.”
“Speaking as a southerner, I’ve never seen snow this heavy:’
Rose’s gaze lifted to the sky, where silent, heavy flakes drifted down. She
watched, lips pressed together in a silent realization.
Sure enough, it was snowing again.
At three o’clock, journalists began to trickle in, and several celebrities from the
fashion world also made appearances. Despite this, many on the guest list were
no-shows, having chosen to attend Morrison’s birthday instead.
Though Spotlight Beauty was a promising startup, it was still green behind the
ears compared to the established Witt Co. In the world of business, it’s the big
fish that rule the pond. In R City, you’d be hard-pressed to find someone who
wouldn’t want to rub shoulders with the Witts.
Journalists were easy to deal with. Their specialties varied, and besides, a
magazine agency surely didn’t have only one journalist. They could attend the
Spotlight Beauty’s new product launch, and some else could be sent to attend
Morrison’s birthday banquet to gain some exposure.
This outcome was predictable.
The launch went live, streaming straight to the web.
Rose, as the company’s main executive, took the stage to provide a detailed
presentation on the new product. She covered technical aspects, fragrance
details, and the philosophy and significance they aimed to convey.
She had light makeup on her face and was dressed in a tank top dress.
Underneath, she wore a white modal base long dress, and over it, a loose, thin,
goose-yellow wool cardigan. The outfit was simple and stylish, combining a
sense of elegance and chic sophistication while exuding a particularly gentle
temperament.
She was four months pregnant, the cardigan offering a cozy shield to her belly,
yet there was no hiding the gentle grace of an expectant mother. But beyond
that, Rose commanded the room with the poise of a seasoned leader —
articulate, composed, and brimming with quiet confidence.
She spoke professional jargon, yet managed to make it comprehensible and
evoked anticipation from everyone.
Through the incessant shutter clicks, Rose remained unflappable.
The venue for Morrison’s birthday party, arranged by Riley, was the best
banquet hall in the entire R City, with the most exquisite decorations.
Opulent and extravagant, the party buzzed with the cream of high society, men
and women alike exuding elegance and charm. Yet the star of the show was
conspicuously absent.
Riley stood outside the door, looking conflicted and helpless. “Mr. Witt, the
guests are pretty much all here. You really should make an appearance.”
Silence.
Then, from behind the door, a voice barked, “Leave me be!”
Riley cringed but edged closer to the door, curiosity getting the better of him.
A faint voice, possibly Mrs. Witt’s, filtered through.
Mrs. Witt?
He checked the time. Shouldn’t she be in the middle of the launch right now.
It couldn’t be her with Mr. Witt at present.
Pausing, Riley pulled out his phone, tapped into a website, and sure enough,
there was a live feed of the Spotlight Beauty launch.
Clicking in, there was Rose, presenting the new product. The tone and the pace
all matched what he’d overheard.
Riley rubbed his temples, his features a tangle of confusion.
All this fanfare for a birthday party, and here Morrison was, holed up, peering at
his wife’s presentation through a tiny screen and leaving a horde of quests
hanging?
He just couldn’t fathom what this couple was up to. If Morrison wanted to see his
wife, why not do so in the open, maybe even give her launch some extra buzz?