Chapter 654: Chapter 654: Thinking Unwholesome Thoughts
Refreshing, sleep-inducing, alleviating fatigue and headaches, warming cold limbs, etc., the entire set has twelve, each with a different function.
More uniquely, these products typically have a medicinal smell that’s not so pleasant, taking a long time to dissipate once applied.
The aromatherapy balls, however, don’t have any such issue.
The scent is the most natural essence of floral fragrance, a light dab lasts long, surpassing even perfume.
It can be said that for every customer leaving the counter in the morning, the number of those returning in the afternoon and evening is several times more.
However, the entire set of aromatherapy balls had long been sold out, with only various singles remaining, which don’t come with separate gifts.
This led to a flood of comments on Quinn’s latest Weibo post.
"Can you believe a product selling out in just one day? Can’t you restock? I didn’t even get to buy it!"
"What beasts! I was all set to pay for the aromatherapy ball, and then it was snatched away right before my eyes!"
"My goddess rarely endorses a product, so I bought five or six sets of aromatherapy balls home to support her and planned to review them for everyone... But as soon as I opened them, my family snatched them all away!!"
"I feel for the person above, I didn’t even get to touch them, I’m even more miserable."
"It was a moment of foolishness not paying in the morning; now my tears regret it. The least efficient colleague in my team, clutching that little refresher ball all day, was the first to leave the company today."
"So annoyed, I want to break the law and steal the warehouse key from Imperial Glory."
"..."
When the phone powered on, it froze for two seconds because of the influx of calls before displaying the screen.
First was the assistant’s congratulatory call, today’s sales of aromatherapy balls were impressive, and other companies and malls, which previously rejected their products, were coming back to seek further cooperation.
The aromatherapy ball stock in the warehouse was limited, and the factory was rushing to produce a new batch.
"Which company were the malls we collaborated with before under?" After listening, Ann Vaughn pondered and asked.
She had seen the online feedback on the aromatherapy balls, and Quinn’s fans’ purchasing power was exceptional, mostly ordering directly from the link posted on Quinn’s Weibo, arriving on the same day.
Remaining passerby customers usually headed for brands they trusted and knew, rarely voluntarily trying a newly launched product.
Moreover, the attitude of the malls collaborating with Imperial Glory was quite ordinary, and the placement wasn’t particularly noticeable, easily overlooked unless closely observed.
They could absolutely not attract such a large flow of customers.
"President Vaughn, it’s Hawthorne Group." The assistant’s voice couldn’t hide the delight, "All the counters under Hawthorne Group offered our aromatherapy balls for free."
Many companies fought tooth and nail to secure a spot in Hawthorne Group’s counters, going to great lengths.
They all knew well that getting on Hawthorne’s Green Cloud Ladder meant soaring success, who wouldn’t go crazy for a fortune?
Yet Imperial Glory got this opportunity and for free.
The Hawthorne Group...
Ann Vaughn’s eyes slightly widened, just as Cyrus Hawthorne walked in from outside the ward. Seeing her startled expression, his brows slightly raised, "What’s up?"
"Did you put my aromatherapy balls in all Hawthorne’s counters for free?" Ann Vaughn raised her head, looking at him in puzzlement, "Haven’t you always refrained from interfering with my work?"
Most of the reason was that she wanted to climb to a position that matched him step by step.
Thus she never thought of asking for his help, and he seemed uninterested in whatever she did.
Cyrus Hawthorne smiled slightly, instead of answering, he asked, "Mrs. Hawthorne, do you have a lot of complaints about what your husband does?"
He agreed to her desire to grow, naturally not interfering easily.
But his bottom line only extended to businesses tactics that were harmless yet could enhance her experience and response measures.
As for those shady dealings, there was no need for them to appear before her and taint her eyes.
He would personally tear them to pieces.
"...No!" Sensing a bit of danger from his expression, Ann Vaughn quickly shook her head, "How could I be so ungrateful? I’m not done thanking you yet!"
Imperial Glory hitting roadblocks at various companies already showed that just having strength was not enough to establish a foothold in The Imperial Capital.
The path she wanted to walk was still very long.
"Just saying it is insincere." Cyrus Hawthorne turned and sat on the bed’s edge, his narrow eyes fixed unerringly on her small face.
"Cough, cough, cough!" The assistant suddenly coughed through the phone that was still hanging, "President Vaughn, you’re busy, I’ll not disturb you then!"
He was quite self-aware!
He pondered many reasons why Hawthorne Group would be so generous to their company,
Except he hadn’t thought it was because their President Vaughn was actually the fabled Mrs. Hawthorne...
Ann Vaughn was mortified, feeling her cheeks heat under his deep, mysterious gaze. She bit her red lip and softly said, "The doctor said I need to rest for a couple of days and it’s not convenient for strenuous activities..."
Who knew Cyrus Hawthorne would lift his eyebrow, his voice carrying a teasing smile, "It’s just a kiss, what unhealthy thoughts are in President Vaughn’s mind?"
Ann Vaughn: ???
Ah!!!
Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks blushing a bright red visible to the naked eye.
The blush spread all the way to her ears and slender white neck, as if covered in a pretty, lustrous cherry blossom pink.
"You...you’re the one with unhealthy thoughts!" Ann Vaughn retorted, biting her lip in embarrassment and anger, her eyes pooling with a thin layer of moisture from the heat, "Who told you to always reward me with things like that and lead me astray!"
His reward system was utterly inexplicable.
If she cried a little quieter, he would lowly praise her, "Good girl, you’ll get a reward."
Then, just when she thought he was going to let her go, he would possess her with even greater intensity than before, giving her no chance to refuse.
Eventually, whenever Ann Vaughn heard him mention "reward," her legs reflexively weakened.
Now she was paying the price!
"President Vaughn is outdoing her mentor, huh?" Cyrus Hawthorne picked up her clenched little fist, bringing it to his lips for a light kiss, speaking with a teasing tone.
Ann Vaughn grew angrier and immediately used her head to bump against his chin, willfully saying, "You’re not allowed to call me President Vaughn! Not allowed!"
She didn’t succeed in her bump; Cyrus Hawthorne deftly used his palm to shield her forehead, preventing her from hurting herself.
"Not teasing you anymore." Cyrus Hawthorne quickly restrained the amusement in his narrow eyes, lest he aggravate her to the point of ignoring her discomfort and lunging at him to bite.