A few disfigured individuals seemed to stir, exchanging glances with one another.
"You’re all staring down the barrel of a massive lawsuit, with damages up to a million bucks each. How much did you pocket under the table? Is it really worth your silence?"
Rosemary coaxed them gently, "When no one’s there to fix your faces, you’ll have to live with that mug for the rest of your life. If you end up behind bars on top of that—broke and disfigured—is it worth it?"
The disfigured group’s eyes wavered, but no one spoke up.
Just then, Rosemary received a message.
After reading it, she turned to the college girl.
"Did you say you took out a loan for nine hundred and fifty bucks to buy products from the Ar-Bl-Clear Group?"
The college girl’s eyes shot up, nodding in alarm.
"As far as I know, you didn’t use them yourself but gave them as a wedding gift to your sister. Soon after, you saw a reseller on Facebook peddling knock-off products, claiming they had the same effects as the Ar-Bl-Clear Group’s premium line, supposedly straight from their factory. So, you bought a hydrating spray and a jar of face cream. After using them for just two days, your face reacted badly. A week later, still using the products, you confronted the reseller for an explanation. She kept assuring you there was nothing wrong with them, so you continued using them—until you asked for compensation and got blocked.
"Strapped for cash and scared your face might rot, you jumped at the chance to smear the Ar-Bl-Clear Group for a quick buck. Am I right?"
The college girl was staggeringly shocked. How could all this have been dug up so fast—and so accurately?
Seeing her reaction, the disfigured group didn’t need to guess; Rosemary had hit the nail on the head.
"I told you, even if you don’t say a word, the cops will eventually find all this out."
Rosemary fixed her gaze on the college girl, appealing to both emotion and reason.
"I can see your allergic reaction is less than a month old, not as severe as the others. If you trust me, you’ll be back to normal within a week."
"Really?" The college girl was a mix of excitement and anxiety. "And how much will that cost me?"
"Nothing. I’ll even throw in a set of the Ar-Bl-Clear Group products for you to experience the real deal—as long as you spill everything you know. I promise to treat you free of charge, and gift each of you a set of Ar-Bl-Clear skincare."
Tempted, the college girl knew the prognosis for her facial dermatitis was bleak. But now, someone was offering her a free recovery in less than a week.
She spilled the beans, no longer holding back.
The rest of the disfigured group knew the score. They had better work with this young lady than cross Romeo and Bard and burn their bridges. At least she was offering to fix their faces for free and gift them some pricey skincare products.
If they kept mum, they might end up with nothing to show for their troubles.
Finally, they made up their minds.
The media reporters at the scene captured the commotion, planning to stream it live on the official website.
Another woman with short hair had provided CCTV footage, claiming that using the Ar-Bl-Clear Group’s facial masks three times a week at home had damaged her skin. However, the footage merely showed her applying a mask, with no indication of the brand.
Yet another woman had taken the Ar-Bl-Clear Group’s products to the authoritative testing facility Dawnstar CCT for analysis. The results purportedly revealed multiple banned substances in the Ar-Bl-Clear Group’s skincare line.
Following the trail, the police discovered that the CCT employee who conducted the test had been bribed with a hundred thousand dollars to fake the results.
But the facility’s official seal on the report was genuine.
The online onlookers never expected these women to go to such lengths to slander the Ar-Bl-Clear Group.
Then, the police uncovered that the person buying off the disfigured protesters was from KT Skincare—a company that had once been in competition with the Ar-Bl-Clear Group.
Both had started as obscure, bottom-tier brands.
But as the Ar-Bl-Clear Group soared like a runaway stallion, garnering attention, KT remained stagnant.
The more the Ar-Bl-Clear Group was adored in Dawnstar, the more KT despised them, wishing nothing more than to drag them down and take their place.
The public outcry was deafening when the police revealed this information, with the online community lashing out at KT, while support for the Ar-Bl-Clear Group soared.
This news became the best advertisement for the Ar-Bl-Clear Group, and within an hour, all their product lines were completely sold out.

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