Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 498

Suzan thought Shepard’s expression was a little odd, but she kept her patience and explained, “No, she hasn’t been producing or selling it. She only gave some to Mitchell’s mother, Adeline, for her own use.”

Only then did Shepard finally relax.

Suzan ventured, “Dad, is something wrong?”

Shepard shook his head. “No, nothing’s wrong.”

Once Suzan skipped out of the room in high spirits, Vera turned to Shepard. “Honey, do you think that snake, Adriana Spencer, is holding something back?”

Shepard’s face tightened, and he nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m thinking. You know, the whole reason I’ve always sold just the raw ingredients and never the finished product is because we never had a good formula. Rather than wasting time on blind trial and error, I wanted to focus on making the best product possible. Now, after so much experimentation, we’ve tried to reconstruct the whole formula, run all these tests, and yet the results still aren’t as good as I expected…”

Vera patted his hand in encouragement. “Don’t worry. Your product is already excellent. I can guarantee you—there’s nothing on the market that even comes close to this.”

Back in college, Vera and Adriana had been classmates. Whatever Adriana knew, Vera knew a little, too.

Shepard trusted Vera’s words completely.

“If it weren’t for you, I probably wouldn’t have managed to finish this batch so quickly,” he admitted.

Vera smiled at him. “Of course I’d help you. We’re in this together, for better or worse. If you succeed, I succeed.”

Shepard nodded, grinning. “You’re the best.”

He looked at Vera, who was as radiant as ever, and toyed with her soft, fair hand—his thoughts drifting somewhere far less innocent...

Fidelia had no choice but to obediently join the end of the line.

Effie shrugged. “It’s just a marketing gimmick. You could come back tomorrow and they’ll still have plenty.”

Fidelia shook her head. “It’s not the same! Some people get it on day one—why should I have to wait till day two? Look at me, I’m so anxious I’ve started breaking out again. Every time I get a zit, it leaves a scar. It’s driving me nuts.”

Effie rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small white jar, handing it over. “Wash your face before bed and dab this on the spot. It should stop any scarring.”

Fidelia eyed the plain, unmarked jar suspiciously. “What brand is this? Is it safe? Does it actually work?”

She fired off questions in quick succession—after all, you don’t take chances with your face. The last thing she wanted was to turn into a walking disaster.