The call connected quickly and she held the phone close to her ear. As the other party answered, she let out a small smile, her soft voice gradually rising, now speaking fluent French.
"Charles, bonjour." Chloe said.
There was silence on the other end for a moment, then suddenly, he couldn't help but raise his voice.
"Oh my God, oh my God, darling, is that you?!" Charles said.
Chloe chuckled lightly, "How have you been lately?"
"Oh my God, it's been awful. The fragrance competition is about to start, and I'm going nuts. Please tell me, my dear, you're joining this fragrance competition, right?" Charles asked.
"Yes, I will." Chloe said.
"Doomed! The championship I was hoping for is now hanging by a thread." Charles complained.
Chloe just smiled, "Don't say that, the competition is always stiff, we can't afford to slack off. Charles, you have to keep it up!"
"Of course, but darling, whether you're the champion or the runner-up, please promise me, you must step onto that podium! Oh God, I beg you not to reject me anymore, people strive their whole lives to stand on this international stage and accept this supreme honor, and you, the two-time international fragrance champion, haven't shown up once, it's just..." Charles said.
Clearly, Charles was very agitated about this.
The Fragrance Frenzy International Contest, held every two years, was a hot topic closely watched by everyone in the fashion world. Standing on that stage meant being the focus of the world.
He really wished this woman, as beautiful as the stars, could stand on the international podium and accept the respect and admiration of people all over the world. However, such a high honor seemed to have no appeal to this woman at all. He didn't understand why something that others coveted so much seemed so insignificant to her.
Chloe listened quietly as Charles vented, then she spoke softly, "Charles, I called to ask for a favor."
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