Chapter 128

"'Liquid Diamond'—just the name itself signifies the exquisite and precious nature of this fragrance. Our company's first perfume, 'Sweetheart BB,' was originally designed for vibrant, youthful girls. However, it ended up being embraced by people of all ages. This time, with the launch of Lucas Zeller's second perfume, I've decided to target only that specific group of young, energetic women. This will not be another product like 'Sweetheart BB,' which confused our branding. The theme and scent of this fragrance will be nature-oriented and close to everyday life. What are your thoughts on this?" Lucas swept his gaze across the room, waiting for feedback.

"Mr. Zeller, by emphasizing nature and everyday life, are you suggesting that this second perfume will take a more mass-market approach?" Roy Lin, one of the executives, asked, his tone curious but cautious. Although he wasn't deeply knowledgeable about perfumes, he knew 'Sweetheart BB' was among the most expensive and exclusive perfumes in the world—and also one of the best-selling.

"Exactly," Lucas replied with confidence. "I want Zeller Fragrances to be accessible to everyone. Those who love our products shouldn't feel discouraged because of the high price or exclusivity of 'Sweetheart BB.'"

Roy raised an eyebrow. "You seem pretty confident. Does that mean everything is on track?"

"Of course. With less than 20 days left until the launch event, I can't afford not to be prepared," Lucas answered, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Roy sighed, shaking his head. "Then why did you call me back from Tokyo for this? I still had weeks left on my leave, you know."

Lucas shot him a sharp glance but chose not to respond. Instead, his attention was drawn to a shadow at the doorway. He paused briefly before addressing the room. "Well, since no one has further questions, the meeting is adjourned."

As the team dispersed, Lucas leaned back in his chair and spoke casually. "Come in, Blaire. The doctor said you shouldn't stand for too long."

Hearing the affectionate term "Blaire," Roy froze in place, his entire body stiffening. When he turned toward the doorway and saw the familiar figure, his reaction was instant. "Wait—Blaire? As in *that* Blaire?" His voice cracked in disbelief.

"Roy Lin, you really don't recognize me?" Blaire Zeller quipped as she stepped into the room and took a seat, her slight limp barely noticeable.

"Of course, I recognize you!" Roy stammered, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. "It's just—you're here, and I didn't know—"

"She's been back for days," Lucas interjected with a shrug, clearly enjoying Roy's discomfort.

Still recovering from the shock, Roy stammered, "Well, it's great to see you again, Blaire. Really! And your leg—is it okay? It looked like you were limping."

"It's healing fine," Blaire replied with a small smile. Then, narrowing her eyes at him, she added teasingly, "Though I'm still upset. You and my brother both kept your marriages a secret from me. Are you afraid I'd fly back from the States just to ruin your weddings?"

"I—what? No, of course not!" Roy blurted out, laughing nervously. His eyes darted toward Lucas, silently pleading for help.

Lucas smirked but said nothing, leaving Roy to fend for himself. Seizing the opportunity, Roy made a hasty exit. "Well, I should go call my wife. Catch you later, Blaire!"

After he left, Blaire turned to Lucas with a pout. "Why does everyone act like I'm a ghost? First you, and now Roy?"

"Don't overthink it, Blaire." Lucas's voice softened. "Now tell me—why aren't you at home resting? Didn't you have a physical therapy session today?"

Blaire's expression brightened slightly. "I already went to the hospital this morning. I just wanted to stop by and see you."

"You went alone?" Lucas frowned, guilt flickering in his eyes. "I should've gone with you. I've been so busy—"

"It's fine, Lucas," she reassured him quickly. "The doctor said I'm recovering well. The screws they used to stabilize my ankle are the kind that dissolve over time, so I don't need another surgery. As long as I'm careful, I'll be okay."

Lucas nodded but didn't look entirely convinced. Changing the subject, Blaire asked, "Were you just discussing the launch of 'Liquid Diamond'? Have you decided on a name yet?"

"We have a general idea, but the final name is still under wraps," Lucas replied, his tone light. "What's your schedule like these days?"

"Schedule?" Blaire blinked, caught off guard.

"Mom and Dad know about your injury," Lucas explained. "They want you to go back to Los Angeles. If you don't, they'll fly here."

Blaire groaned dramatically. "Claire must've told them! Lucas, I really don't want to go back to L.A. right now."

Lucas's expression softened, but his tone remained firm. "It's for your health. You need proper care, and I'm too busy to make sure you're eating well and going to therapy."

Realizing she wasn't going to win this argument, Blaire sighed. "Fine. But at least let me stay until the launch of 'Liquid Diamond.' I want to see the event."

Lucas hesitated, torn between his protective instincts and her enthusiasm. Finally, he nodded. "Alright. But after the event, you're flying back. No exceptions."

Though disappointed, Blaire managed a small smile. "Deal."

Still, as she left the office that day, her heart felt heavy. After years of silently loving Lucas, she couldn't shake the ache of knowing he only saw her as his little sister. Would she ever find the courage to let go—or to tell him how she truly felt?