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Chapter 1221: Allison grasped the implications immediately.

Her brow furrowed as she murmured, "It's certainly suspicious."

They returned to their residence swiftly and poured over the scattered puzzle pieces of information. By the next day, they were once again standing before the towering Dibya Group building.

Fabian, appearing uncharacteristically unoccupied, greeted them warmly and agreed to a meeting without delay. "We met Yasha yesterday," Allison began casually, steering the conversation gently, "and she seems like quite an extraordinary perfumer."

As she spoke, she handed Fabian a sheet of compiled data.

"This is what we've gathered on Aröme Tower. We've heard that two months ago, you abruptly let go of several perfumers. Is there truth to that?"

Fabian's brow creased ever so slightly. His response came with a faint hesitation, almost reflexive. "Yes, that's correct. The business at Aröme Tower has been… unsteady lately."

Allison tilted her head slightly, her tone as light as a passing breeze. "In fact, we happened to overhear some talk about your retirement during our visit yesterday."

Fabian paused, his silence speaking volumes.

"It's not entirely incorrect," he finally admitted.

Allison's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "So, you're genuinely planning to retire?"

The thought seemed inconceivable. Everyone knew that the success of Aröme Tower had been hard-won - a testament to Fabian's perseverance.

The profits were significant, and Fabian, still in his prime, seemed far from the age where stepping away was a necessity.

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He could easily continue leading it.

But Fabian merely shook his head with a quiet chuckle.

"Time doesn't wait for anyone. We must all come to terms with it.

Aröme Tower has been facing serious financial challenges lately, which is why I called you two here - to assist with the collaboration."

Allison's gaze grew sharper, her curiosity evident. "But as far as I know, Aröme Tower wasn't created with profit in mind. Why the sudden concern about financial sustainability?"

Fabian's eyes shifted toward the window, his expression softening. "Because Aröme Tower supports a great many people." His voice dropped, tinged with a wistful nostalgia.

"When I was younger, I believed I would always be filled with boundless energy, that Aröme Tower would endure forever, an ideal world unshaken by time."

Fabian's voice grew quieter, almost nostalgic. "Someone I loved deeply once told me she cherished the perfumes I created. She dreamed of them becoming popular, of seeing them embraced by the world." He paused, his gaze drifting to the horizon as if seeking something that wasn't there. "But now, everything is shifting. The winds are changing."

As Fabian gazed out the window, dark, ominous clouds gathered on the horizon, heavy and thick with an impending storm.

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