Chapter 100

"Of course. True luxury is about knowing when to stop. It's about elegance in moderation, not piling every expensive element together like some nouveau-riche showoff. That kind of excess is cheap in itself," stated Anya. "Well said." A low male voice cut in without warning. Everyone turned toward the sound, only to see Tristan, who had remained silent the entire time, slowly raise his head. Seeing Tristan finally speak, Anya assumed he was backing her up. With a smug smile, she said, "Tristan, you see? I'm not wrong, am I?" Tristan ignored Anya. Instead, he said calmly, "However, the value of Ms. Cen's work is determined by the market." He shifted his gaze to Anya and added, "Not you." The smile on Anya's face froze instantly. She stared at Tristan in disbelief. Was he actually defending Genevieve right in front of everyone? Tristan stood up and picked up the sample bottle. He opened it gracefully. A rich yet crisp fragrance spread through the room instantly. He stated, "Proc