After six years studying perfumery in Paris, I came home and walked in to find my mother had already been ruled an "accident" — and the fragrance brand she built from scratch belonged to the person who killed her. I was pushed out like an outsider, so I hid my identity and climbed back up from the bottom as a junior perfumer, winning back the formula bottle by bottle. At the launch gala I used my mother's signature scent to expose the knockoff formula in public; and the injured man I'd helped on a rainy night turned out to be the most powerful tycoon in the city. Watch free on Palmbox.
