After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 1002: Who Is The Master Perfumer

Chapter 1002: Who is the Master Perfumer

Almost everyone present was shocked to their core after hearing Maritza's words.

It was true!

There really was a geomantic array that could change one's fortune?

So, geomancy masters truly existed? And the perfume could actually absorb good luck? How terrifying!

Old Mrs. Hipps stared at Maritza's pale face with a stern and severe gaze. The usually delicate features now appeared utterly detestable in the old lady's eyes.

She slammed her hand heavily on the table and spoke harshly, showing no mercy to Maritza.

"Can you compensate for the Hipps family's loss, Maritza? How dare you commit such an outrageous act!"

Maritza crawled towards Old Mrs. Hipps on her knees, grabbing the hem of her dress with tear-filled eyes. "Grandma, please save me! I didn't mean for this to happen... I had no idea it would be this serious." Old Mrs. Hipps remained expressionless and unmoved.

After a long pause, she said, "Since you've committed such a grave mistake, I have no choice. Bring the family whip!"

The Hipps family whip was a nine-section whip, said to be passed down from their ancestors.

For nearly a century, many Hipps family members who made mistakes couldn't escape the punishment of this whip.

"No! Please, no-" Maritza trembled in fear, her delicate face streaked with tears. She collapsed on the ground, shaking her head in disbelief. "Uncle, Uncle, please save me!"

Clare looked at her coldly. "Because of you alone, Hipps Group's perfume has lost all its reputation. Rebuilding it will be nearly impossible. Now you ask me to save you? Then tell me, who will save Hipps Group's perfume?"

Two servants brought out the nine-section whip. Sylvia saw a rectangular wooden box with intricate patterns symbolizing the Hipps family carved on it.

The box was opened by the butler, and the whip was presented to Old Mrs. Hipps.

Old Mrs. Hipps slowly stood up, gripping the whip in her right hand. Despite her age, she still seemed like the iron-willed general she once was.

She raised her arm and swung the whip. With a loud "crack," it hit the floor, making a sharp sound.

But Maritza thought it had hit her and quickly covered her head in fear.

Old Mrs. Hipps looked at her cowardly appearance and couldn't help but sneer, "Scared already?"

Maritza stared at her blankly, "Grandma, don't hit me, don't hit me..."

Old Mrs. Hipps spoke coldly, "If I don't hit you, how will others be convinced?"

"If I don't hit you, how will you remember?"

With that, she whipped Maritza's back hard. Maritza screamed in pain, "Ah! It hurts!"

She rolled on the ground in agony, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll never do it again..."

"I really won't do it again, please stop hitting me..."

But Old Mrs. Hipps didn't hold back. After nine lashes, she finally put down the whip.

Maritza lay motionless on the ground.

Her back was covered in blood, soaking through her clothes and dripping onto the floor, looking horrifying.

She fainted from the pain.

Old Mr. Hipps instructed the butler, "Take her away and replace a doctor to treat her wounds. Also, have some pigeon soup prepared in her kitchen to nourish her for the next few days."

After nine lashes, Maritza probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at least ten days or half a month.

The butler immediately directed several servants to carry the unconscious Maritza away.

He also called for more servants to clean up the bloodstains on the floor.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

Old Mrs. Hipps, being elderly, was also exhausted after delivering nine lashes and had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She cast a stern glance at the other three young ladies of the Hipps family present. "From now on, everyone better behave and not cause trouble. If anyone dares to do what Maritza did again, they will not be spared!"

Martha quickly lowered her head and didn't dare make a sound.

Jaelynn thought to herself, "You'd have to be crazy to do something like that! It benefits no one!"

Annika couldn't help but tremble and didn't even dare look at Old Mrs. Hipps.

"All of you can go back now!" Clare waved his hand at them. "Disperse! Butler, inform all the courtyards about what happened with Maritza and warn them as well."

The butler quickly agreed and left with two servants.

In fact, there was no need for him to notify anyone; almost everyone in the courtyards already knew about Maritza's incident.

Especially Joel Hipps, who was so angry that he smashed several vases in his room.

Even though Hipps Group's perfume had issued an apology statement online, netizens' anger remained unabated.

There were curses everywhere.

Hipps Group's perfume reputation had become worse than filth in a latrine.

"Dad, don't be angry anymore. Maritza must have lost her mind; it's not worth getting angry over her," his son Wayne comforted him.

Joel Hipps was so furious that his chest hurt. Thinking about his situation in Hipps Group made him even more enraged.

"Hipps Group's perfume was already struggling against international brands. We finally had a hit with Dark Secret and gained some sales. I had secured my place in the family. But now it's all ruined by that trash."

Wayne sighed helplessly as he watched his father fume. "Dad, I heard that international master perfumer R has come to Aettosa. Why don't we visit her? If we can invite her to join our Hipps Group perfume division, it could revive our brand."

Joel Hipps was stunned. "You mean R? She's in Aettosa? Isn't she very mysterious? Hard to replace?"

Wayne looked seriously into his father's eyes. "Yes, she's very mysterious. A few years ago, she created a legend in the perfume world with a fragrance called Rebirth. It's still considered legendary and remains popular even after all these years. Unfortunately, she hasn't released any new perfumes since then."

"Many big companies must be looking for her. Why would she choose our Hipps Group perfume?" Joel Hipps was worried. "Besides, we don't even know where she is right now. Aettosa is huge; where would we start looking?"

Wayne gritted his teeth. "I believe if we are determined enough, we will replace her. With enough effort, even an iron rod can be ground down to a needle."

"Alright then, I'll leave this task to you." Joel Hipps patted his shoulder as if seeing new hope in life again.

Mr. R... If only we could replace her!

Hipps Group's perfume would surely be revived!

After dealing with Maritza's issue, Old Mrs. Hipps went back to her room to rest.

Old Mr. Hipps gave a few more instructions before leaving as well.

The servants and several young ladies of the Hipps family also left.

The large living room suddenly felt empty with only Sylvia and Clare remaining. Sylvia looked at Clare's worried face and said, "Uncle, do you need my help with the perfume company?"

"No need, Sylvia. I'll handle it," Clare shook his head. "Creating a bestselling perfume formula isn't easy. Making a popular fragrance is not simple; many scents can seem low-class if not done right. Why am I telling you all this? You don't understand perfumes."

"I..." Sylvia began to speak but was interrupted by Clare's ringing phone. He nodded at Sylvia and stepped out to take the call.

Sylvia returned to her room but soon came back downstairs.

She asked a servant for a basket and headed to the Hipps family's garden.

The garden had all kinds of flowers, and she began picking them.

In no time, she had filled a basket with vibrant flowers and smiled in satisfaction.

She refused to use Maritza's tools; they were too unlucky.

So she asked the butler to have someone buy her a new set of tools.

Seeing Sylvia with a basket full of flowers puzzled the butler. "Miss, are you planning to learn how to make perfume too?"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

The butler smiled. "Of course you can; you're a young lady of the Hipps family. You can do anything you want."

Although this young lady had only been back for a few days, she treated the servants with respect and courtesy. Her demeanor made people feel comfortable; she didn't have any spoiled attitudes typical of young ladies from wealthy families.

The butler had a good impression of her.

Moreover, it was clear that all the main members of the Hipps family adored Sylvia immensely; anyone could see how favored she was.

The servants were perceptive enough not to offend her easily.

When Clare heard about it from the butler later, he laughed it off as a joke.

"Sylvia learning perfume making? She must be doing it for fun or to pass the time."

He didn't take it seriously at all and assumed Sylvia was just curious about making perfume because she had nothing else to do.

However, he didn't expect that early the next morning Sylvia would bring him a bottle of freshly made perfume.

Sunlight streamed into the dining room, enveloping Sylvia in its glow.

Her beautiful face had a soft radiance that made her look stunningly beautiful.

"Uncle, try this perfume."

Clare looked at the small sample bottle of perfume in front of him with some confusion.

"What kind of perfume could you make? You're just playing around..."

Despite his words, he cooperatively opened the bottle cap as Sylvia requested. A faint fragrance wafted out gently.

It was an inexplicably soothing scent.

Not overpowering or pungent but very elegant and charming.

Old Mrs. Hipps had just stepped into the dining room when she smelled it too. "This scent is lovely; what is it?"

"It's called Rebirth," Sylvia smiled. "If it smells good, why not produce it in bulk and sell it?"

Clare looked at her helplessly. "It does smell good, but you're not a professional perfumer. This little thing you made for fun can't be sold by our company."