WantNovelChapter 777
Marguerite turned at the sound, her eyes landing on a tall man striding towards her, his face obscured by a sleek
black mask.
He wasn't dressed formally. A loose white shirt hung over sky-blue denim jeans, his physique that of a top model,
yet with an aura far surpassing any on the runway.
Her gaze fixed on his piercing, narrow eyes, and she found herself momentarily stunned.
Silas!
His casual demeanor put everyone on edge. Mr. Perry was the first to snap out of
it, "Ward... Mr. Ward? Why didn't you send a text? | would've sent someone to greet you!"
Mr. Ward?
Marguerite froze again.
So, the fearsventure capitalist they spoke of was Silas Ward?!
A wave of dizziness hit her, and she struggled to catch her breath.
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Ignoring Mr. Perry, Silas merely glanced at Marguerite, his headache seemingly returning.
He slightly turned, issuing a succinct command, "lke, getswater!" "Right away, Mr. Ward!"
For the first time, Marguerite noticed the tall, lean assistant trailing him, his hair meticulously styled, reminding
her oddly of a slimmed-down Chuck.
But before the assistant could move, Mr. Perry, eager to please, hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it
to Silas.
"Mr. Ward, please, have swater."
Silas pulled out a strip of painkillers from his pocket and downed a few, catching Marguerite's attention. She
recalled his daughter mentioning painkillers earlier that day.
Was his health really so poor he needed medication on hand?
Lost in thought, Marguerite was jolted back to reality by gasps from the women around.
Silas had removed his mask to take his medicine, revealing scars that startled them.
Mr. Perry, having never seen Silas's face, found the combination of his fierce presence and scarred visage even
more intimidating.
Trembling, Mr. Perry gestured to a seat, "Mr. Ward, please, take a seat."
Silas ignored him, walking straight to Marguerite, "Fancy running into you again."
Marguerite had expected someone of his stature to maintain a professional
distance, but he greeted her as if they were old acquaintances.
Unsure how to respond, she managed a weak smile, "Yeah..."
Everyone was stunned!
Marguerite had met Silas before?!
Impossible!
Silas was famously reclusive, hardly seen by anyone domestically!
How did Marguerite cross paths with him?
And yet, Silas greeted her as if they'd known each other for ages.
Before Mr. Perry could recover, Silas suddenly asked Marguerite, "You're with Poppy Petal Fragrances, right?"
Marguerite nodded, "Yes."
"Givea figure."
"What?"
Confused, Silas's assistant quickly explained, "Miss, Mr. Ward means he'd like to know the cost and presale price
of your perfproject. It helps us determine how much to invest in your company."
Investment?
Silas was ready to invest without even knowing the project details, reminiscent of the carefree spending habits of
Frederick!
Wasn't he afraid of losses?
But Marguerite's hesitation lasted only a moment. After all, she was here for this very opportunity. His
straightforward approach demanded an equally direct response.
"The cost per bottle is around four thousand dollars, aiming for ten thousand bottles in the first quarter. The
presale price hasn't been set yet."
Silas's assistant did the math quickly, "Four thousand a bottle, that's forty million for ten thousand bottles. Mr.
Ward, we should invest at least forty million for the first quarter."
"Forty million?"
The assistant nodded, hastily adding, "In dollars."
Without hesitation, Silas turned to his assistant, "Bring the contract."
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