Chubby Mommy: Scheming Daddy, Surrender Now!-Chapter 356: Anti-Fans
Ruby Sullivan took a deep breath and smiled, "Actually, I should thank Sasha Shaw. Everyone probably knows about the incident where I stood up my husband." The audience burst into laughter; this self-deprecating humor certainly made her relatable.
She waited for the laughter to die down before continuing, "Overall, in the past two years since I returned home, my progress has not been smooth. So when I decided to venture out on my own, I was quite hesitant. Originally, I wanted Sasha to design a perfume bottle for me, hoping to leverage her popularity to sell a few more perfumes."
"In the end, it turned into me riding her fame. By the way, Nirvana’s first signature perfume is now discontinued, and the second one is in pre-sale. Ahem, you all know what that means." Sasha suddenly chimed in, enlivening the atmosphere quite a bit. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Ruby Sullivan chuckled softly, "In any case, I hope both Metamorphosis and Nirvana thrive. Lastly, I hope everyone pays attention to our physical store, where we will offer exclusive discounts with limited quantity. First come, first served. Alright, now we’ll move on to the free question segment."
As soon as she finished, a reporter raised his hand, "Ms. Wenny, with Nirvana priced so high, are you trying to make it a domestic luxury brand?"
"Nirvana’s high price is because I only use the best natural fragrance ingredients and never use any animal-based fragrances for environmental reasons. You may not have an understanding of the cost of natural ingredients. Let me take the most commonly used rose as an example: extracting one kilogram of Damascus rose essential oil requires five tons of petals. To ensure the pure scent of the petals, they must be handpicked from dawn to the morning, and you can imagine the costs involved. I personally do not advocate for an expensive image; rather, it has to be good enough."
"But synthetic ingredients aren’t necessarily bad, right? When Chanel No. 5 was first launched in 1921, it used a large amount of synthetic aldehyde. Now, a hundred years have passed, and Chanel No. 5 remains active on the market as a classic perfume. What’s your take on this, Ms. Wenny?"
"I never said synthetic ingredients are bad, and their emergence even created more possibilities in the fragrance world. Not using them is simply my personal habit. I am also quite fond of many perfumes from Chanel Inc." Ruby Sullivan deliberately deflected the topic, though back when she was with The Lawson Group, she often directly dissed these big brand perfumes as too perfunctory. Now that she’s venturing on her own, she doesn’t want to stir up too much trouble right from the start.
At the show’s end, although Brandon Sullivan didn’t understand what his daughter was saying, hearing the audience applauding made him extremely pleased, so he clapped along while saying to Howard, "Our Ruby is truly outstanding!"
Howard echoed, "That’s right, Mr. Sullivan has always been outstanding!"
Subsequently, another reporter stood up, "I’d like to ask Sasha Shaw a question first; I am your fan, and thank you for today’s brilliant showcase, making my long-standing admiration worthwhile."
Seems like a fan is in the house, showering compliments right from the start.
Sasha Shaw calmly replied, "Thank you."
"I know that you gained fame for winning the Best Newcomer award at a fashion gala while still in university. However, there were recent rumors claiming you only won because of connections, and an indecent video circulated online alleging financial backing. Is this true?"
Regarding this rumor, many present were aware, but daring to ask openly certainly meant causing trouble.
Suddenly, the venue fell somewhat silent; everyone was eager to see how Sasha Shaw would respond.
Sasha’s expression froze; although she anticipated this dark history might surface, she didn’t expect it to come up at such an occasion.
She took a deep breath, held the microphone, unsure of what to say, looking blankly at the indistinct faces in the audience, repeating the gesture of inhaling and exhaling several times.
Ruby Sullivan stepped forward, holding her hand, whispering, "I’m right here."
At this moment, staff came up to remind her that she could directly refuse the question if she wished.
But Sasha Shaw shook her head; refusing now would only mean the issue would arise again, marking a permanent stain.
She glanced at Ruby Sullivan, "I didn’t know if winning the award was due to backing, but back then, for survival, I did interact with wealthy people."
Her Newcomer award was indeed financially motivated, but she would never admit it; on this matter, Sasha Shaw maintained righteous indignation, believing in her merit beyond covert maneuvers, lest the unworthy overshadow her.
Over the years, her success in design validates her talent.
As Sasha finished speaking, whispers erupted across the venue.
"So..." That reporter was not planning to end there; just as he began speaking, an unexpected and sultry sound echoed through the hall.
The venue lighting being dim, everyone’s attention was previously solely on Sasha Shaw, neglecting noticing a large screen descending from the stage, now playing a self-recorded explicit video.
The reporter sneered; he had been waiting long for this moment to see the film being aired, "So you admit to being a home-wrecker, the woman in the video is you, right?"
Sasha Shaw and Ruby Sullivan were stunned by the strange noises, simultaneously turning to look at the screen. The video was clear; the woman was naked, pressed against a wall, her face prominently captured.
Though makeup-free, it was evident—it was Ruby Sullivan!
Ruby Sullivan felt her blood freeze instantly; she recognized the video’s background as Don’s study. When she had visited him that day, she was unknowingly filmed, with hidden cameras on his bookshelf!
The reporters below trained their lenses on the screen, eager to seize such exclusive material.
Sasha Shaw swiftly pulled the stunned Ruby Sullivan backstage, flinging the microphone to Lara, shouting frantically, "Is the person in charge dead? Hurry up and shut off the video outside!"
"The control room is locked; we’re temporarily unable to contact the responsible person, I’m looking for someone to force open the door."
Sasha’s face twisted in fury, turned to the ghost-like Ruby Sullivan, grabbing her into a private rest room, "Stay here, don’t go anywhere." She shut the door and left.
The film was already paused, but the mess in front of the media needed to be handled.
Lara rushed over with apologies, "The reporter has already left; the venue was too dark, the security tried to apprehend him, but he managed to slip away."
"It’s okay." Sasha Shaw replied offhandedly. Her eyes sharp as she once again stepped onto the runway.
The woman in the film was makeup-free; no matter the clarity, no matter the resemblance, as long as she didn’t admit it, it would be fine!
"I apologize for the offensive sight; remarkable individuals will inevitably attract jealousy, but... I can’t be blamed for that, right?" She exhaled deeply, joining in the scattered laughter from below.
"However, as the suspected person involved, I feel obliged to affirm that the woman shown just now is not me; given such clarity, the mischief was likely sourced from premium paid websites, right?"
Someone in the audience, eager for drama, chimed in, "I think the woman in the video resembles Ms. Wenny more; didn’t you pull her down earlier because you noticed it too?"
