“Hello?”
"It's me, Noah." He straightforwardly introduced himself.
"Mr. Richards. What's the matter?" Lily asked monotonously.
"Why ask when you know the reason I’m calling? Were you responsible for those posts about the Perfumers' Society?" He did not want to beat around the bush. After all, there was no point in doing so, as both knew the situation’s ins and outs.
Lily smiled, "Are you questioning me? In what capacity are you questioning me? Are you questioning me as the vice president of the Perfumers' Society?"
"It doesn’t matter what my status is. You dared to do it but dare not admit it?" Noah held the phone slightly further and pressed the record button.
"Did I refuse to admit it or say I was the one who did it?" Lily chuckled, "I also read the posts about your society on the Internet. The contents are indeed surprising, and I am curious. Therefore, I want to ask you, Mr. Richards, if the contents are true. You are the society's vice president, so you should know these things best, right?"
"Of course, it’s all fake!" Noah said without hesitation. How could he possibly admit such a thing? Not to mention he was recording the conversation.
“Obviously, someone made up that nonsense with bad intentions. You were the one who hired someone to fabricate the content and post it. Am I right, Lily?
"Mr. Richards, I don't know whether or not someone had fabricated all of this, but I can assure you I didn’t do it. I’m equally curious as the other netizens. Even I want to know if Mr. Adler has indeed lost his sense of smell.”
Noah felt like someone, or something was choking his neck, and he could hardly breathe.
Click. Noah heard the phone hang up and felt a tightness in his chest. It seemed he could not easily trick someone like Lily and had wasted the effort to record their conversation. It was all pointless in the end.
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