Leila took a deep breath, forcefully adjusting her composure.
Even though her own career was in the toilet, Melanie wasn't doing much better.
She couldn't let Melanie control the narrative.
"Ms. Royce, I heard the Royce Group's Arctic Burdock Root is exceptionally high quality... but... it seems your production can't quite keep up, hmm?"
Leila laid the sarcasm on thick, striking a theatrical pose.
"Oh well, I guess that's just how some of these legacy companies operate... It's one thing for celebrities to fake their PR personas, but a whole agricultural base pretending to be high-end and unique?"
"But look at the reality... the second they lose their precious fertilizer, they can't grow anything worthwhile. You tell me, is that their own skill, or is it just the fertilizer doing all the work?"
Spurred on by Leila's loud mockery, the surrounding crowd of industry insiders and onlookers began pointing fingers at the Royce Group's booth.
"I heard Apex Organics completely cut them off. Can the Royce Group even produce quality herbs anymore?"
"Wait, I thought that only affected the Arctic Burdock Root?"
"Are you kidding? Rumor has it that it ruined their entire crop."
"Damn, does that mean I should start looking for a new supplier?"
"Just wait and see, I guess. But we definitely shouldn't touch their Arctic Burdock Root."
As the toxic gossip floated into his ears, Everett's face morphed into a mask of pure despair.
He knew they shouldn't have come.
Look at this mess—they had become the target of universal mockery!
Everett shifted his glare onto Melanie.
Why wouldn't she just listen to him?
His assessment of the situation had been flawlessly accurate.
Everett felt an overwhelming sense of frustration, as if he were watching someone throw their life away.
Then, his glare snapped to Preston.
Preston stood quietly behind Melanie, yet his commanding presence was impossible to ignore.
His flawlessly handsome face looked entirely frozen, devoid of any visible emotion.
Everett's blood boiled.
"Everyone here knows Apex Organics cut off your supply. Whatever cheap substitute you're using isn't going to do a damn thing!"
"Any professional knows that changing a fertilizer mid-growth is a massive agricultural taboo. The current batch of roots you have in the ground is fundamentally ruined!"
"I dare you... do you have the guts to submit this batch for testing once it matures?"
Faced with Leila's aggressive challenge, the crowd nodded in collective agreement.
The current crop of Arctic Burdock Root had been planted nearly three months ago and was just entering its peak root expansion phase.
This specific stage required the highest concentration of nutrients.
Apex Organics timing their supply cut right at this critical juncture was an incredibly dirty move.
But ever since the legal control of Apex transferred from Arthur Lester to his son, Julian Lester, Julian had made it his sole mission to extort the Royce Group into buying out the Type-L Bio-Fertilizer at an astronomical premium.
Rumor had it he had recently found a third-party buyer who paid top dollar.
Cutting the supply right now was purely an act of malicious retaliation.
Every eye at the trade expo was locked dead onto Melanie, as if she were the sole attraction of the entire event.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions
Please update more chapters...