As long as she dared to name a price, they dared to buy it.
A portion of these eager, deep-pocketed netizens had actually attended Maeve and Andres's wedding.
The moment Maeve had introduced her parents at the ceremony was permanently burned into their memories.
At fifty years old, Julian and Serenity looked like they were in their twenties. It was a literal miracle of reverse aging.
Many guests had whispered among themselves that day, wondering why the Reed couple looked so supernaturally young.
Insiders had secretly spread the word: Julian Reed and Serenity Vance owed their youthful appearances entirely to their daughter.
Of course, there were skeptics who doubted if the man at the wedding was even the real Julian Reed.
But soon enough, some of Julian's old alumni pulled up his college photos. It was undeniably him—he looked exactly the same as he did in his student days.
Because of this, the people secretly watching the livestream had zero desire to enlighten the clueless gossips online. They knew Maeve was entirely capable of creating miracles.
Those in the know were practically praying for an astronomical price tag.
Only by pricing out the working class could they ensure their own supply wouldn't be snatched up by the masses.
"I know you must all be incredibly curious about the price of this face cream right now."
The moment Maeve spoke, the venue plunged into absolute silence.
Even the rapid-fire spam in the livestream's comment section slowed to a crawl.
Was she finally going to announce the price?
Ahhh, why were they getting so nervous?
The cameraman zoomed in for a massive close-up on Maeve, and she didn't disappoint.
"Before I reveal the price, I'm going to give away a wave of perks."
"Every single audience member here today is eligible to receive a free fifty-gram, full-sized jar of our face cream."
A restless commotion swept through the seating area.

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