After My Death, the Love-struck CEO Begs for Reconciliation-Chapter 16

As soon as I got off the plane and connected to the internet, information about Julian Lancaster’s engagement party debacle flooded in. I skimmed through it; mostly labels like "Genius Designer Turns Out to Be a Thief" and "Devoted CEO Humiliated."

However, I paused when I saw the line "Everard Group Announces Termination of All Cooperation with Aethel."

It seems Uncle Shaw had received the news. In my past life, he was very disappointed in me, but in the end, he still cared for me.

But now—

I sighed, letting bygones be bygones. The present me must completely sever ties with the past.

After settling down in Cymbell, I didn’t rush to register at the academy but instead rented a small house with a garden and started to immerse myself in researching new fragrances.

I took out all my previous savings and bought several pieces of top-quality ambergris.

In my past life, I told Julian Lancaster about finding supreme ambergris. He praised me, but then used it to create the perfume "Heart of the Ocean" that made Serena Sullivan famous.

This time, I will use it to pave my way.

Cutting, refining, aging... I handled this heavenly gift like a devout believer.

The process was long, yet I found joy in it.

One day, while preparing the fragrances, the doorbell rang.

I was a bit puzzled; I didn’t have many friends here.

I opened the door to see a stranger of Eastern descent, impeccably dressed, with a remarkable presence.

"Hello, Miss Everard, I am Adrian Sinclair, CEO of Elysian Group."

Elysian Group? The French luxury giant co-branded with Aethel?

A trace of vigilance rose in my heart.

"What can I do for you?"

Adrian Sinclair adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his smile gentle.

"I’ve reviewed your previous works and admire them greatly. Excuse my sudden visit, but I would like to invite you to become the Chief Aromatherapist for Elysian Group."

I was taken aback.

The position of Chief Aromatherapist at Elysian is a dream for many.

But why me?

In my past life, my works were nailed to a pillar of shame due to Serena Sullivan’s plagiarism and Julian Lancaster’s suppression.

Adrian Sinclair noticed my hesitation and handed me a document.

"This is our analysis of the fragrance compositions of all publicly released works by you and Miss Serena Sullivan. The results show that your works and hers share over 90% similarity in core structure, and your release dates were all earlier than hers."

Looking at the detailed report, a mix of emotions surged within me.

So, someone had long seen through everything. But in my past life, trapped in a cage, no one knew.

"Congratulations, Miss Everard. We believe you are the true original creator."

At the Elysian Group’s headquarters, listening to my predecessor’s introduction, I generally understood my responsibilities and quickly became familiar with my colleagues.

However, the question lingered in my mind.

Why does Adrian Sinclair trust me?