Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 725 - 726

The morning after, Rosemary had barely finished her scrambled eggs and toast when her phone buzzed with an urgent call.

"Boss, we’ve got trouble. There’s a group claiming our skincare line ruined their faces. They’ve shown up at the company’s doorstep with their families and reporters, waving banners and making a scene. Our PR team is on it, but these folks are adamant it’s our products to blame. The PR head says it’s your call on how to handle this. Should we go legal, call the cops, or have security escort them off the property?"

"Our skincare causing problems?" Rosemary was taken aback. This was a first.

"Yes. They’ve got receipts, surveillance footage of them using our products at home, and even lab reports claiming our products contain harmful substances that have caused allergic reactions and inflammation."

"Are these lab results credible?"

"They’re from Dawnstar, a reputable firm. It’s unlikely they’re faked."

"But our skincare line went through all the proper channels before hitting the market. How could it possibly contain banned substances? Could there have been a mistake somewhere in the process?"

Rosemary knew the stakes were high; after all, the flagship line of the Ar-Bl-Clear Group was her brainchild. If there was a problem, surely those close to her, who also used these products, would have experienced issues long before this public outcry.

"What are they demanding?" Rosemary cut to the chase.

"They want to see you, face-to-face, in front of the press. They’re calling for an explanation."

"I’m on my way."

She hung up, gave her aunt a quick heads-up, and dashed out the door.

Shortly after Rosemary left, Eunice got wind that the Ar-Bl-Clear Group was in hot water and realized why her niece had hurried out.

Outside the group’s headquarters, a curly-haired woman was angrily decrying to the reporters:

"Their whitening mask promised a fair and radiant complexion. Look at my face after a month’s use—ruined! Just look at this redness, these bumps and pustules. How am I supposed to face anyone now?"

The journalists, smelling a sensational story, were all ears.

"Do you have proof their product is at fault?"

"I took that mask to CCT for testing. CCT is an impartial, major organization. The results showed that the mask contains three banned substances, which caused my allergic reaction."

Another young woman, a 21-year-old college student, kept her face hidden behind a mask. Only after much coaxing from a reporter did she tearfully remove it, revealing a frightfully red and damaged complexion.

"Is the Ar-Bl-Clear Group to blame for your condition?" a reporter thrust a microphone in her direction.

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"I heard that the Ar-Bl-Clear Group’s top products, developed by their head executive, were the best in the brand. Seduced by the rave reviews online, I took out a student loan and splurged over nine hundred dollars on the complete skincare set. For a student like me, it was a fortune."

"I used it diligently every day, even when my skin started reacting, hoping one day I’d achieve that porcelain, rosy-cheeked look from the ads. But after a month, the burning sensation worsened, and my skin felt rough and parched. Frightened, I finally saw a dermatologist, only to be diagnosed with severe inflammation. The doctor said it would take extensive treatment to heal, and even then, returning to my original condition was impossible."

Tears streamed down her cheeks as the college girl recounted her ordeal.

Tears trickled down her flushed cheeks, reigniting the sting she’d been trying to soothe with the gentlest of touches.

A crowd of onlookers had begun to gather.

"I heard some of my buddies rave about the Ar-Bl-Clear Group’s products, saying they worked wonders. How on earth could something like this happen?"

"Maybe it’s a bad batch issue? It started out great, but then to make a quick buck, they swapped the high-quality ingredients for cheap junk and threw in some banned substances. Not surprising at all!"

"But the Ar-Bl-Clear Group is a big name brand. They’ve worked hard to build their reputation. It doesn’t make sense to jeopardize their image for a few extra dollars. This kind of bad press could really hurt their business."

"Hey, you’re defending the Ar-Bl-Clear Group pretty hard. What, are you on their payroll or something?"

"What are you on about? I’m just passing by."

The bystanders chattered incessantly, some even breaking into arguments. More and more journalists were swarming the scene, all eager to scoop the story.

Rosemary parked her car near the group’s headquarters and immediately drew attention as she stepped out.

It was her youth and beauty that turned heads. Her face was a stark contrast to the others’!

Upon seeing Rosemary approach, a squad of staff members from the main building broke into a brisk jog to greet her. The reporters didn’t even get a chance to bombard them with questions before they reached Rosemary and respectfully greeted:

"President Rosemary."

The crowd was in disbelief.

This girl, who looked no older than a teenager, was a heavyweight in a major corporation!

"President Rosemary, you’ve arrived!" the Ar-Bl-Clear Group’s Vice President Catharina whispered urgently. "We’ve got over two dozen media outlets here."

"Where are the victims?" Rosemary’s presence dominated, exuding both coolness and authority.

Journalists surged toward her, microphones thrust forward, bombarding her with questions.

"May I ask who you are? Can you speak on behalf of the Ar-Bl-Clear Group?"

"I see Ms. Catharina treating you with great respect. Are you her superior?"

"There are claims that the Ar-Bl-Clear Group’s products cause facial damage. Have you used them?"

"Is it true that the Ar-Bl-Clear Group added banned substances to their products to make a quick profit, regardless of consumer safety?"

"Will you take responsibility for those who’ve been harmed?"

"What’s your plan to deal with this situation?"

Dozens of cameras were trained on Rosemary, dozens of microphones nearly shoved in her face, each journalist vying for her answer, giving her no time to think.

"Who’s been disfigured?" Rosemary’s voice carried the cold authority of a leader, commanding the attention of all present.

The media parted to create a pathway.

A curly-haired woman, visibly irate, pushed to the front.

"We’re the victims here! What’s your role in the Ar-Bl-Clear Group? Are you important enough to discuss a solution with us? We demand to see the highest authority in the Ar-Bl-Clear Group!"

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