Novel & Cerita The Perfume Collector Synopsis

I slowly grabbed the door knob to Adil’s room and pushed it open, I tiptoed inside, I looked around and his bedroom was empty, I gently closed the door behind me and moved inside stealthily, his room is just how I remember it the last time, neatly arranged and screaming luxury, I gently walked to his wardrobe and pulled it open, it was filled with his clothes, I slammed it shut and continued opening the other wardrobe in search of what I was looking for, I opened the last wardrobe and finally sighed in relief, I reached for his collection of perfume and picked out his cologne I’ve always had my eyes on, “Looking for something?!” I heard his voice behind me, I flinched in freight as I grabbed

“Holy mother of Jesus!! “ Christiana almost yelled as she stared at the perfume in her hand. ENCHANTED by Da Vinci was the world's most expensive perfume that is worth millions of dollars. Even in all her years of living, Christiana can never purchase such a fortune. With her hands slightly shaking, Christiana was in a hurry to keep it back but to her horror, it slipped off her palms and went shattering to pieces on the floor. Christiana went stiff immediately and her mind went blank. She stood frozen on the spot, her eyes protruded greatly as she stared at the mess she just created, still trying to digest what the fuck just happened. The realization hit her that she had just broken a millio

“Mr Smith? Here you go, the Suede Pony, “ the sales lady broke his train of thought to pass him an elegantly wrapped perfume box with a sheer white bow tie. A tiny name tag was attached to the box with his name written in italics. This was the kind of service he liked, it had a personal touch to it, making him feel like a king. He wondered if Amber Banks would make him feel like a king in bed. That woman had a hell of a body, he remembered every inch of her curves from seeing her drenched in the jacuzzi last night. Maybe he would have some fun with her after she turned in the photos. “I swear, the perfumer must have made this for you in mind!” the lady gushed as he passed her his credit card

She had no weapon but her hands, and the knowledge that Dante was now, impossibly, the only weapon she needed. The upstairs was a single, cluttered office. Through the cracked door, she saw Pete a gaunt man in a stained tracksuit pacing before a heavyset man in a leather jacket. The bookie. Not the killer. A collector. “The girl’s dead, Pete,” the collector growled. “Your debt isn’t. You said you had information to sell. So sell it.” “I need a guarantee! Protection!” “You get cash. That’s the guarantee.” Dante stepped into the doorway. “He’ll take a different deal.”

Some shouted across desks, others jogged down aisles-chaos wrapped in productivity. Jenny was no different. Here, she was just another intern, sent wherever needed. Right now, she was pushing a cart stacked high with subsidiary reports. Glancing at one of the covers, her eyes widened. "What? This perfume brand belongs to Damian's company?" Curious, she flipped the cover open while still pushing the cart. "Wow, it is! I bought this perfume for my ex once. Heh... I love the scent. Ah, my ex... I wonder what he's up to now."

I swallowed hard, heat blooming across my chest. “You’ll wear that tomorrow,” he said smoothly. “Under something modest. That oversized raincoat. Or the faux fur one you wore last Friday.” My breath caught. He noticed? “I notice everything,” he said, reading my thoughts like a book he’d already studied. “You’ll also wear this.” He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small bottle of perfume. The glass was pale pink, minimalist, and expensive. “This,” he said, “is the only scent I want on your skin. One spritz. Behind each ear. Nowhere else.”

“Yeah, it’s the same for sure. Why?” “When I picked Alaia up from the station and brought her home, I smelt this perfume on her clothes,” I explain, and Josh frowns. “I knew it was familiar, but I couldn't place it. It’s not Shayla’s smell. She hates perfumes with strong floral smells; it gives her a headache. It wasn’t until Sophie just hugged me that I placed the smell. It’s Coco Chanel, I know because it’s Sophie's favourite perfume. I bought it for her.” I explain quietly, and Josh’s eyes grow wide. “Think about it? Why would Alaia come back smelling like a perfume that’s not her mother's? And who hates Shayla and would benefit from her disappearance?”

he asked coldly. "Do you think I didn't want to?" Jenna sneered, "But I didn't even know who it was. Do you think it will do good to my reputation if I reported this matter? I only remember the smell of the cologne. For so many years, I went around looking for it, only to learn that it was a custom made cologne from France. Ordinary people couldn't buy it at all. When I smelled this perfume in the underground parking lot that day, I suspected him at the time. I came over here today just to verify it, but I didn't expect to meet him here. He even admitted it himself. If you don't believe me, you can ask him." Hansen's face was getting gloomier and gloomier, as if he was caught up in some memo

“Oh yeah, I came here to give this to sister-in-law.” Renata handed me a black box with a pink ribbon on the lid; when I opened the box, my eyes were stunned: a perfume that said Havana on the front of the bottle made of glass filled with a fresh pink liquid. It is the latest perfume collection from the singer who looks like her face. “I also have this perfume, and srother-in-law is the tenth person out of the total number of people who have this perfume in the world.” We laughed simultaneously; the woman said goodbye to us and thanked Sean. Tomorrow, she will be driven by Sam to the airport.

But tonight… oh, tonight was different. She had performed. She had spoken directly to him. He knelt. Right there, on the cold concrete floor between the hum of electronics and the towering shelves of encrypted drives labeled with her name in Roman numerals. He knelt and unwrapped the black cloth containing her scent. A bottle of discontinued vanilla perfume she'd once endorsed in a rare video. A brand no one had touched in over five years. He’d found it by tracing a blurry label in the reflection of her vanity mirror. It took six months of forums, blind auctions, and a seller in Prague to get it.