CHAPTER 707: CHAPTER 707: WHY IS STANTON CITY SO SMALL

When Nora Northwood stepped out, she wore a knitted sweater with a highly unique design, featuring several black roses with three-dimensional cuts and tassels with a yarn-like texture.

There was no visible brand logo, but you could feel its considerable value from intuition.

She and Lily Sloan arranged to meet directly at the entrance of RAILIN.

"Darling, you haven’t been seen at the company lately, everyone thinks you’ve lost your spirit and are about to give up your perfuming career."

"Do I look like someone who can’t take even the slightest setback?"

Lily Sloan looked her over seriously and then gave her answer, "No, you look more like a woman nourished by love."

The latter raised an eyebrow and snorted softly, "Finnian’s spoiled you; now you’re even daring to make indecent jokes."

Lily Sloan: "..."

A few days ago, the results of The Global Assembly’s fragrance event were released, and Nora Northwood did not become the representative for the Vermilion Region.

Because of the drama with Mina and Rachel Woodward, she was implicated as a fellow perfumer from the same company as Mina.

Everyone thought it was a pity to lose this opportunity, but she herself did not think so.

In Nora Northwood’s words, it was: "The competition was fair, just, and open; not becoming the representative ambassador means my skills were inferior."

The two were chatting while standing in the cosmetics section on the third floor, selecting new products from major brands. Just as they were dazzled by the choices, a voice of a young girl sounded behind them, "Sister Nora."

The person addressed paused and turned her head to find Peach Bell standing with an unfamiliar face behind her.

Nora Northwood lamented: When did Stanton City become so small?

She never liked Peach Bell from their first meeting, and the events that followed made her instinctively resistant to this seemingly fragile girl.

The person next to Peach Bell was wearing a CHANEL signature style jacket, which was not available domestically, suggesting she was a socialite from some family in Stanton City.

Ending her casual scrutiny, Nora Northwood finally spoke, "Do you need something?"

Her tone was noticeably distant.

"I heard Brother Jasper is sick, can I go see him?" Peach Bell asked cautiously, fearing her request would be denied.

Nora Northwood indeed did not want to agree, after all, she was once a rival in love, "In what capacity would you see him? I remember reminding you that he’s an only child with no sisters."

She deliberately embarrassed Peach Bell, and it was obvious to any onlooker.

Before Peach Bell could say anything more, her friend spoke up on her behalf: "Is it such a big deal just to marry into a wealthy family and become a lady of the house?"

The socialite’s temper was a bit short; she couldn’t stand her friend being wronged.

Nora Northwood chose not to argue with her, considering she was unaware of the truth and pretended she hadn’t heard anything.

Immediately after, Peach Bell dispatched the only person who had spoken for her at the scene to another place.

Then, she continued to play the innocent, "Sister Nora, is there some misunderstanding? You seem very hostile towards me now."

"You stole my man, and if I’m not hostile towards you, then who should I be hostile towards?"

"Why are you so sure it was me who stole your man?"

Nora Northwood furrowed her brows, feeling her patience nearly exhausted. She constantly felt like she was losing control of her temper and often wondered if she was experiencing premature menopause.

At this moment, her face showed no good emotion; her eyes, clear and distinct, also carried mockery.

"Peach Bell, your innocence is fine for pretending in front of men. I have other matters to attend to and don’t want you to spoil my mood, so let’s end it here."