The reporters' questions became more acute. Setlla stood by Tracey's side and said, "Not so close, please."
In spite of being treated so impolitely, Tracey kept a modest smile on her face.
"Thank you for your attention. This incident has a very negative impact on my company. As the president, it is my duty to tell you one thing.
"My perfume is a qualified product. If it were toxic, it would never have been allowed to be sold.
"I want to assure all my customers that there is no quality problem with it."
"Then why do these women's skin fester like this? This doesn't look like an allergy." The reporter asked again.
"That's a question I'll answer at the next news conference. Please rest assured that we will give you a satisfactory answer. I need to see them now. Excuse me."
Tracey's polite manner stopped the reporters from asking more questions. After all, she already said there'd be a news conference.
Setlla even wanted to jot down everything Tracey said in her notebook. She had so much to learn from Tracey.
The reporters made way for Tracey. Seeing Tracey, the victims and their family got more furious.
"Give us an explanation, b*tch!"
"Why are you so vicious? Do you know how important faces are to girls? My daughter was disfigured by your perfume, and her fiance left her!"
"My boss fired me when he saw my horrible skin! You owe me a job!"
People kept shouting, while Tracey kept silent. She just looked at them quietly.
Some had red, swollen, purulent necks, and some had festered faces.
"Don't worry, everyone. I'm here to solve your problems. If It's the perfume, I'm gonna take the responsibility. Now, I'll take you guys to the hospital." Tracey said gently.
"We've already been to the hospital. Pay us! You ruined my daughter's life!"
"And mine!"
Everyone was yelling at Tracey. Setlla felt extremely uncomfortable. It was not Tracey's fault, how could these people be so mean to her?
Tracey just stood there and said nothing. People scolded her viciously for ten minutes, but she still wore a smile.
Even those who scolded her felt a little guilty. What was wrong with this woman? Why didn't she react when people called her names?
And why did she look like she was watching a show? What a horrible strong woman!
"Are you done? Do you want to go to my office and get some water?" Tracey said.
For a moment, everyone was speechless.
"Setlla, are the doctors here?" Tracey looked at her wristwatch. Her original plan was to take the doctors to these people.
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