Gucci Company warehouse.
"These, and these...take them all and destroy them." As soon as Sylvia arrived at company, she first went to its warehouse, opened the various fancy perfumes and smelled them. She ordered the secretary to threw them all aside.
The secretary looked troubled and stood still.
"What's wrong?" Sylvia frowned.
"Ms. Lancelot, these are things that Ms. Sheryl specifically told us to sell well. The company has already made a plan." The secretary hesitated and had to tell the truth.
Sylvia’s eyes turned cold and she raised her eyebrows, "These perfumes contain phthalates, which will produce harmful residual substances during the synthesis process. If they are not up to standard, they cannot be put on the market. Putting them on the market would be extremely irresponsible to customers. This can only damage the company’s reputation.”
"Who said it was unqualified?" As soon as she finished her words, Sheryl strode in on high heels with a scornful smile on her face, "Sylvia, do you know anything about perfume? Do you know how to do business? Formic acid esters can make water and spices blend better, making the interior more uniform and stable. Don’t tell me that you don’t even understand this?”
In fact, the perfume industry generally adulterated some, but it’s just a matter of how much, so as to maximize profits. As for the residue, it didn’t matter in the eyes of businessmen.
Sylvia crossed her arms to her chest, looked directly at her, and sneered, "I'm going to tell you why the company has declined so much in just a few years. The formula is not only good, but there is also a problem with its social responsibility. The fall is obviously far from the original intention of Gucci. If this continues, closure is imminent."
"B*tch, how dare you curse my company for bankruptcy." Sheryl was furious, picked up a bottle of liquid on the table and threw it on Sylvia's face.
The strong smell of phospho-phthalates lingered in the air.
Sylvia's face changed color but was able to dodge immediately.
"B*tch, you won't change your ways, you're so vicious." Sylvia raised her hand and slapped her hard on the face, loud and clear.
Arthur saw this scene as soon as he got out of the elevator.
With a terrible coldness rising all over his body, "Sylvia, who gave you the courage to hit someone repeatedly in front of me?" He shouted angrily. His eyes looked like he wanted to kill someone.
This woman must be crazy. She hit Sheryl in front of him again. If she didn't come back on purpose, then what’s her reason for showing now?
"Arthur, please help me, she hit me as soon as she saw me." Sheryl was secretly happy when she heard Arthur's voice. She immediately covered her face and ran over crying and fell into his arms.
Arthur's eyes were sharp. He hugged Sheryl and shouted sternly at Sylvia, "Believe it or not, I will ask you to get out of Paris immediately!"

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