The Woman From Hell

"Counterfeits of Golden-O Face Cream have recently been found, and they've caused discomfort to consumers' faces. The current situation remains unclear. No relevant feedback has been given by either Grant Corporation or Pristine Group. Hence, we shall continue our

reports here."

The day before Theo returned, news of Golden-O Face Cream counterfeits took the internet by storm.

Closing the report, I rubbed my temples. Neil was sitting across from me. Similarly, he was also troubled by this.

"How can there be counterfeits?" Neil scratched his head. He was unable to come up with an answer even after a long time.

I frowned. "We produce Golden-O in our own factory, and it's controlled by the EUR team. How could there be issues? Where did these counterfeits come from?"

"No, there was a time in the middle when you returned to Green Orange. In order to expand production volume and avoid short supply, Mr. Nibel and President Grant talked about looking for an outsourcing factory for joint development. These fakes are most likely coming from that outsourcing factory."

"Why did such a thing happen? Which factory is it?"

Neil pondered for a bit before answering, "Gloria."

"Contact them quick."

their contact information but

prepared to

no matter how one

paid a lot of attention to this Golden-O project, though. Could he

in front of me

have to bear all the losses. If distributors want

was about to call Theo

I saw the

Do you want us to

always be people who would cause trouble when they saw

the phone for a minute. He then

now. If we don't deal with it

I'll be coming back tomorrow. Wait

"Okay."

Theo's calmness. He could remain calm

why we

today. Negative press about Grant Corporation would also

threw my phone to the side. Out of sight, out