Helene had spent the past few days holed up at home, nursing her injury. The moment she heard that the owner of Scent Trace had finally agreed to a meeting, she couldn’t help but smile. At last, she would finally get to meet this mysterious person face to face.
Scent Trace had been her nemesis for years. She’d sent team after team to dig up information, but every effort came back empty. No one knew who the owner was, and no one knew who the perfumer was, almost like they were ghosts. It was all so secretive. She was itching to see what kind of person could hide themselves so well.
Two cars rolled up to the entrance of the Royal Hotel, one after the other. A valet hurried over as Raine stepped out, looking effortlessly chic in her trendy suit. She quickly walked around to help Helene out of the other car.
Helene’s leg was hurting more than ever, forcing her to limp along. That night in the suburbs had left both of them stranded, but Raine had lucked out. She escaped unscathed, so she could walk fine, not nearly as disheveled as Helene.
From the car behind, Madeline watched the two of them, her bright eyes narrowing a little as she observed. When the engine turned off, she stepped out. Her outfit was all sharp lines and quiet confidence, a fitted black blazer cinched at her waist, a silk blouse with a subtle ribbon at the collar, and tailored pants that accentuated her long legs. The valet had seen plenty of elegant ladies come through, but still, he paused for a moment, a little taken aback by her poise. Madeline handed him her keys with a polite, “Thank you.”
Up ahead, Helene and Raine heard a voice that made their skin crawl. They stopped in their tracks and turned, just in time to see Madeline walking straight into the hotel without sparing them a glance.
Madeline knew they’d seen her, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with them.
“Ms. Monroe, what are you doing here?” Helene called out, her tone gentle and sweet, as if she actually wanted Madeline to stop.
Madeline didn’t even stop. She just kept walking, ignoring them completely. When no one else was around, Helene treated her like an enemy. The moment there was an audience, she acted like they were old friends. Madeline had no patience for that fake friendliness.



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