Celia wasn't the least bit surprised. Nathaniel had helped Rosalie wipe every trace of her online past. The Su family must have caught wind of it and were desperate to pull her back into the spotlight.
Celia stepped closer to Rosalie, her eyes glittering with amusement."Rosalie, I just want to remind you—what's real can never be fake, and what's fake will never become real."
Her tone was soft, but every word struck like a needle. Then, without another glance, she turned and strode away.
Rosalie's face stiffened.What did Celia mean by that?Did she already know the truth—that she was only pretending to be King?
Impossible.She must be overthinking it. Celia was bluffing. She had to be.
…
Outside, Celia pulled out her phone. She had just recorded everything.
The playback echoed in her hand, Rosalie's voice sharp and clear: "Yes, I am King."
A sly smile touched Celia's lips as she forwarded the clip to Julia Lin.
Julia immediately exploded with excitement:
"Unbelievable! Can this shameless Su girl get any bolder?"
Celia replied calmly,
"Jiaojiao, leak it to the entertainment reporters."
Julia's eyes practically lit up through the screen.
"Then tomorrow's headlines will scream—'Rosalie Su Exposed as the Legendary Perfumer King!'"
Celia typed back,
"Let her taste what it feels like to climb high and fall even harder."
Julia sent a sticker of herself bowing theatrically.
"Queen Cici, I kneel before your brilliance."
Celia slipped her phone back into her bag. Just then, she spotted Mrs. Song approaching.
"Hello, Miss Su," Mrs. Song greeted warmly. "I know you and Rosalie had your… disagreements in the past, but that's all behind us. Let's try to get along peacefully, shall we?"
Her tone was genuine. She clearly favored Rosalie, only because she believed Rosalie to be the mysterious perfumer King.
Celia tilted her head, smiling faintly."Mrs. Song, the perfume you gifted me last time… was it satisfactory?"
Mrs. Song blinked in confusion."What?"
Celia's eyes narrowed playfully."When we were mixing perfumes together, you told me you were allergic to jasmine. Are you still allergic now?"
Mrs. Song froze, speechless.
Celia didn't wait for an answer. She simply turned and walked away, leaving Mrs. Song rooted in place, her mind racing.
Shock. Then hesitation. Then doubt.
A seed had been planted.
That evening, Mrs. Song sought out Rosalie. "Rosalie, buy me a bouquet tomorrow," she requested abruptly.
Rosalie nodded without hesitation. "Of course, Mrs. Song. Which flowers would you like?"
"Jasmine," Mrs. Song said flatly.
Rosalie smiled. "Then I'll send a bouquet of jasmine straight to your door."
Mrs. Song's gaze lingered on her, sharp and searching, as though trying to pierce through a mask.
…
Back at Nathaniel's office, Celia found him still in a meeting. She sat quietly, flipping through a book.
Ding.
Julia's message popped up:
"Cici, get online right now!"
Celia opened Weibo. The trending searches were on fire again—#RosalieSuIsActuallyKing# blazed at the top.
Netizens swarmed the post:
"What? The fake socialite Rosalie Su is actually the legendary King?"
"It has to be true—listen to the voice recording, she admitted it herself!"
Rosalie's loyal fans went wild, flooding the comments:
"Goddess Rosalie never disappoints us!"
"Our goddess is King! Who cares about her background?"
"Even if she wasn't born a rich girl, so what? She's still King!"
They cheered blindly, but among the praise, a few whispers of doubt appeared—
"Wait… didn't King once say she hated jasmine? Why would Rosalie mix it?"
"Something feels off…"
Celia scrolled lazily through the frenzy, then set her phone aside and returned to her book.
Suddenly, the secretary's urgent voice came from outside:"Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, I'm sorry, but you cannot enter the CEO's office without an appointment!"
The office door rattled. Mrs. Song and Zane Song had arrived.
Celia's eyes widened.Not good.She wasn't even wearing makeup.