Celia Sterling looked at the 38 usernames in the group chat, including her own, and froze for a moment. "What's this?"
"Besides you and me, the group includes the eighteen senior masters from the clan, along with their assistants." Adeline Lowell's gaze was exceptionally gentle. "The masters were delighted to see such talent. They said Miss Sterling is a rare find and are keen to establish a long-term relationship with you to discuss topics in perfumery at any time. Miss Sterling... hmm, you won't find that intrusive, will you?"
Silas Norwood felt Celia Sterling's fingers suddenly tighten on his arm.
Her voice was dazed, as if she'd just been hit by a stroke of unbelievable luck. "O-of course not!"
On the way back, Celia Sterling glanced at the new group on her phone more than once, unable to stop herself from sighing in amazement to Silas Norwood.
"President Lowell... how can she be so nice?"
