Chapter 550

Brittany was taken aback by Angeline's sudden outburst. "But"

"Perfumes have their own appeal," Angeline declared. "Each bottle is different and holds its own meaning, especially custom-made ones. When others smell it, they automatically think of you. The scent is distinctively yours; they won't think of anyone else. That's the meaning and charm of perfume. How could you simply use any perfume, even if it's unsuitable?"

When discussing perfumes, Angeline was transformed. She babbled enthusiastically, a dreamy look in her eyes.

Her persuasive words convinced Brittany. "You're right," she said. "A custom-made perfume is exactly what I need. I want people to remember me by my scent."

Also, to be attracted to me… she thought. This was her true desire.

Angeline smiled mysteriously. "You're in love, aren't you?"

Brittany's face flushed crimson at the question. Lowering her head in embarrassment, she silently admitted it.

"You want to make this man fall in love with your scent?" Angeline asked.

Brittany shook her head. "I know that's impossible. I just wanted to…"

"Why is it impossible?" Angeline interrupted. "Perfumes are magical; they fascinate people. Used correctly, you could drive a man crazy for you."

Brittany was astonished and speechless. Was Angeline serious?

Angeline continued, "Do you know how animals find mates during mating season?"

"How?" Brittany asked unconsciously.

"Through smell!" Angeline raised an eyebrow. "Animals, unlike humans, are less pretentious. Their mating is straightforward—using scent. In other words, you're seeking your distinctive smell, something unique to you, a fragrance that could captivate others."

"Just like the one I'm using now?" Brittany asked eagerly, agreeing wholeheartedly. She felt Angeline understood her perfectly.

"No, not exactly," Angeline smiled, lifting a finger for emphasis. "What I mean is, you need a perfume that's only for you!"

"Then what do I have to do?" Brittany's excitement grew.

It was as if the crazy-making perfume was already within her grasp. She imagined using it to make Alexander love her eternally and forget the other woman. That's it! she thought. That woman was a perfumer, too! Alexander was probably seduced by her perfume—that must be why he's so obsessed!

Angeline scrutinized her, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'll need a few strands of your hair and a bottle of your sweat."

"My sweat?" Brittany was confused.

"Yes," Angeline nodded. "When you're ready, just send them to me and wait."

Despite her uncertainty about the ingredients, Brittany trusted Angeline implicitly. She nodded. "Okay!"