The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 449

Negative rumors about CICI Beauty were spreading like wildfire online. Paradoxically, the controversy only made CICI Beauty more famous by the day.

A few days later, just as the backlash reached its peak, CICI Group finally responded. The company’s official Instagram posted side-by-side photos comparing the alleged “problematic” foundation with the genuine CICI Group product, laying out a series of undeniable proofs.

The internet exploded. Furious users flooded the account of the person who started the rumors, digging up everything they could.

“You jerk! Because of you, I tossed out my real CICI foundation for nothing!”

“Unbelievable! I knew something was off—I've used CICI Beauty for ages and never had a problem! Turns out it’s just someone jealous of CICI Group’s success, trying to take them down on purpose.”

“You bastard, if I ever catch you, I’ll skin you alive!”

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Ironically, people who’d never cared about CICI Beauty before now felt compelled to give the brand a try themselves.

Less than an hour after the official post went live, CICI Beauty’s sales skyrocketed.

Carlotta watched the sales numbers shoot up on the dashboard, her grin stretching so wide it nearly reached her ears.

She turned to Citrine, her voice barely containing her excitement. “Citrine, our total sales just doubled compared to before!”

“Exactly as expected,” Citrine replied, completely unfazed.

Now it was time to track down whoever was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Citrine got to work on her laptop, quickly identifying the leading voices spreading falsehoods about CICI Group’s products.

She then instructed Crestwood Detective Agency to investigate who these people had been in contact with—both online and off.

Crestwood was a crack team she’d personally built from the ground up; their efficiency was unmatched. In less than five minutes, they sent Citrine a full report on the recent activities of every suspect.

“Chairwoman, our investigation shows all of them have recently had frequent contact with the same person—Cole, who works under Dick, the president of Glenwood Group’s local branch.”

Aline hurried to open the door, but there was no one outside.

She glanced around, puzzled, but saw nothing unusual. It wasn’t until she looked down to relock the door that she spotted a package on the doorstep.

“A delivery? I haven’t ordered anything lately.” She picked up the box, confusion on her face.

Assuming Dick must have ordered something, Aline tossed the package to him as she walked back inside. “Honey, your parcel.”

Dick caught the box, looking equally baffled. “What is this?”

“It’s not yours?” Aline’s suspicion began to grow.

Dick shook his head. Then he turned to her, asking, “Could it be something Jeanette ordered?”

Aline pressed her lips together, her expression darkening. She answered with certainty, “No, Jeanette hates online shopping. She always buys what she likes from boutiques in person. Besides, it’s only Monday—if she did buy something, she’d have it delivered to her office, not home.”