Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk

Chapter 471: Ribbon-Cutting Ceremony

Jasper Sinclair rarely makes WeChat calls, only when he was abroad with two people did he have a few video calls.

When the call connected, his voice came through the receiver: "You’ve invited all sorts of people, yet you didn’t send me an invite?"

He had come to demand an explanation.

Nora Northwood’s complexion changed slightly, and she made up a lie: "I haven’t gotten around to notifying you yet."

This excuse was so clumsy that even her tone weakened considerably.

Jasper Sinclair elongated an "Oh" at the end, full of intrigue.

"As one of VK’s investors, you ought to attend. Someone will send the event’s arrangements to your inbox shortly."

Nora Northwood straightened her back, speaking to him in as official a tone as possible.

Jasper Sinclair didn’t nitpick and agreed readily.

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In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

In Stanton City, July was the tail end of summer, and the air’s humidity had dropped below fifty percent.

Accompanied by Megan Underwood, Nora Northwood finished her grooming for the ceremony today, "How do I look? Like a decisive businesswoman ready for battle?"

Megan Underwood was amused by her description and responded, "You do have that vibe."

The two left and got into a silver Tesla.

There was one hour left until the ribbon-cutting ceremony started, and the car raced towards the venue.

As the traffic lights changed, the car was forced to stop and start.

The late summer sun warmed the interior as they drove halfway when a plea for help from Yvonne Winslow arrived in their group chat.

"Car broke down! Can someone please come to save me!" This was followed by a location.

Silvercreek Road.

Nora Northwood felt that she had been there before but couldn’t recall exactly when.

She asked the driver, "How long will it take to get from here to Silvercreek Road?"

"Turn left at the next intersection, and if there’s no traffic, about ten minutes."

"Turn left."

Shortly after, the vehicle reached Silvercreek Road, where Yvonne Winslow was by the roadside, her hair slightly disheveled by the wind.

Once she got into the car, Nora Northwood asked, "How are you handling your broken-down car?"

"The mechanic took it away."

Rhys Linden, driving away: Ah-choo—Ah-choo—Who’s cursing at me?

Afterwards, Yvonne Winslow asked, "You took a detour to pick me up, won’t you be late?"

"No, Lily and Annie are there, they can handle it," Nora Northwood said casually.

Under her training, Lily Sloan’s growth speed was remarkable. Now she could handle things independently, no longer just a little girl who loved sweets.

After being stuck at two red lights, they finally spotted VK’s towering building.

This time, it was a confrontation among business elites.

Nora Northwood almost invited all the perfume brands in the industry, and even the luxury jewelry industry was included.

After The Sinclair Group retweeted on Weibo, several brands extended olive branches of cooperation one after another, and all were invited to the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

The thirty-fourth floor’s white incandescent lights were all lit, forming a striking skyline from afar.

Nora Northwood leaned her arm against the window sill, feeling immensely gratified.

One day, she would completely become the true owner of this building.

She wouldn’t need to depend on anyone, she would leverage her extraordinary talent to take VK onto the international stage.

Then, when others mention her, she will not be just Mrs. Sinclair, nor an empty-titled Perfumery Muse but a true master like Elaine, Nora Northwood the Master.