The sun had barely risen when Scentra's headquarters bustled with quiet excitement. A launch was scheduled that day—not for perfumes, but for an entirely new division.
It was the day where all of elara's hard has finall paid off , promotions were going on in full swing and loyal customers rushed to the scene
Five sleek bottles stood lined on a polished white counter in the media room, each labeled with minimalist elegance:
1. HydroVeil Essence : a deeply hydrating serum with triple-layered moisture locks.
2. LumiGlow Cleanser – a gentle yet effective facial wash infused with real pearl powder.
3. DewMist Tonic:– a revitalizing toner with a botanical base.
4. **VelvaSkin Cream** – a barrier-repairing moisturizer.
5. **SunCloud Shield** – a broad-spectrum sunscreen with a featherlight finish.
Elara stood behind the scenes, watching the product launch video play across the sleek screen panels. Her team moved with expert grace, managing press, influencers, and potential distributors. She felt a ripple of pride. The skin care line had been inspired by knowledge from the world she had transmigrated from—far more advanced than what this world currently offered.
The results were promising. Tests showed nearly immediate customer satisfaction. Distribution partners were already lining up. The beauty war had just received a new front line.
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Later that morning, Elara arrived at school on her limited edition bicycle, drawing both admiration and whispers. As she walked into class, her teacher called her name sharply.
"Elara Lin, translate this paragraph into fluent English."
Without batting an eye, Elara stood and answered fluently, her pronunciation smooth and her tone precise. Her voice was calm but resonant. The classroom went dead silent.
Even the teacher blinked, stunned. "…Very good. Sit down."
A few students murmured. "Didn't she use to suck at English?"
"She must have taken secret lessons or something."
Elara paid them no mind. She was focused. School might have once been her weakness, but not anymore.
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Later that afternoon, while reviewing some notes on her laptop in the lab, her phone buzzed. It was a message from her mother.
**Mae:** _Your grandfather—Victor's father—specifically requested that we attend the family party tonight. It's important._
Elara scowled. She had no love for the Lin family. But she remembered the old man's kindness in her childhood. Her grandfather had always been the only one to pat her head, to sneak her sweets when no one was looking.
**Elara:** _Fine. I'll go. For Grandpa._
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The banquet hall that night glittered with old money and new ambition. Lin family members mingled with associates, partners, and opportunists, sipping fine wine beneath grand chandeliers.
Buisness owners moved gracefully across the hall speaking in terms that ordinary people would find hard to understand . It was all cool and peaceful .
Then the doors opened.
Elara walked in, dressed in a sleek velvet midnight blue gown that accentuated her refined figure. Her mother, Mae, was just as radiant in a cream-colored long dress, her posture noble and unyielding. Behind them were Elara's assistant and two bodyguards she'd personally chosen for her mother's safety.
Their entry silenced the room.
Gasps, murmurs.
"Is that… Mae?!"
"Elara Lin… wasn't she a dropout?"
"Why do they look like royalty?"
From a table to the left, Elara's stepmother sneered. "So dramatic. Who enters a family gathering with a parade?"
Mae turned slightly, offering a cold smile. "Forgive us for being punctual and well-dressed. It must feel odd to witness elegance up close."
Elara chuckled under her breath. Her mother's tongue had only sharpened.
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As the banquet progressed, Victor stood at the center, socializing with prominent figures. His gaze flicked toward Mae and Elara multiple times, unease flickering in his eyes.
Then someone cried out, "The CEO of Eonmatrix has arrived!"
Everyone turned. The crowd split like water.
Elara's uncle walked in, the actual CEO of Eonmatrix, dressed sharply in an obsidian tailored suit, exuding calm confidence. Whispers erupted.
"I thought he was just a tech guy."
"Isn't he Mae's nephew?"
Victor's face twisted briefly. The project Eonmatrix recently launched—AI development—was making waves, and he had tried unsuccessfully to get in.
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Elara stood at the bar with a wine glass in hand, observing. Her uncle approached Mae with a warm smile. "Aunt. hope am not late
Mae returned his smile. Not at all jason on the other hand you are quite on time
He chuckled.and uses his other hand to ruffle elara's hair
Their banter made the surrounding onlookers uncomfortable. The air had shifted.
From across the room, someone whispered, "Victor's company wanted to collaborate with Eonmatrix, right?"
"They got rejected."
Victor overheard and clenched his jaw.
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Just then, Lu Zeyan entered the hall, commanding attention with every step. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he headed straight to the table where top investors and VIPs sat. His eyes scanned the room briefly—and landed on Elara.
Recognition flickered. She looked away.
The room hummed with undercurrents.
Old powers were trembling.
And Elara Lin stood unshaken at the center of the storm.