Chapter 501: The Apricot Blossoms_1
Mrs. Foster said, “Thest time the ransom note was delivered, I happened to be there too, and I smelled a faint floral scent on the letter… Ah, actually I’m not sure, with such a thing happening, it’s terrifying enough to kill you…”
Mrs. Foster sighed and then gently patted Mrs. Graves’s shoulder, urging, “Shania, you must take care of yourself. The second young master is still waiting for us to save him; you can’t copse first!”
A nearby police officer said, “It’s unlikely that the kidnapper would deliberately choose paper with a floral scent to write the ransom note. How did the fragrance get on it? Mrs. Foster, are you sure? Could you smell it again and tell us what kind of floral scent it was?”
After hearing this, Mrs. Graves looked toward Mrs. Foster with tear-filled eyes, “Yes, your husband runs a perfumepany, doesn’t he? You’re very sensitive to all kinds of scents, maybe this is a clue!”
Be Foster’s father was a research and development staff member at a perfumepany before. Later, he secured an investment and established his own perfume brand, bing a celebrity.
Being close to red, one turns red; Mrs. Foster’s knowledge of various scents was exceptional.
The ransom note was handed to Mrs. Foster just as it was, and she concentrated and took a sniff, her face showing difficulty, “It’s been three days already, the scent seems to have evaporated quite a bit… I, I can’t quite discern it anymore.”
Mrs. Graves felt that thest sliver of hope was destroyed, and tears suddenly poured, “My son…”
Gavin Graves and the police officer also showed disappointment.
Mrs. Foster then suggested, “What about letting Be try? She inherited her father’s nose; it’s very sensitive. Now, when her dad develops new products, he always has her smell them first.”<div>
Mrs. Graves said in a flurry, “Where is Be now? … Quick, quick, go bring Ms. Foster here!” Saying so, she went to find a servant.
Although Gavin had ordered that Be Foster was not allowed to visit, given the current situation, he naturally wouldn’t ignore his younger brother’s safety; therefore, he immediately sent someone to invite Be over.
Be Foster arrived quickly.
Unlike her usual heavy makeup and morous dressing, today she appeared with a in face and without any jewelry, obviously having had no time to dress up.
Upon seeing Be Foster, Mrs. Graves tightly grabbed her hand, “Good child, your second brother is in trouble, now we’re all counting on you!”
Be was only two years younger than Gerald Graves. They grew up together, and when she was younger, she would follow Gerald around every day, calling him second brother.
“Auntie, my mom already told me everything. Don’t worry, the second young master will definitely be alright!” Be Foster said.
Gavin handed her the ransom note, but Be didn’t rush to take it. Looking down, she said, “Young Master Graves, I’m going to wash my hands.”
Even the faintest body odor or sweat on the hands can affect olfactory judgment.
Be first soaked her hands in water. After washing, she waited for them to air-dry naturally before picking up the ransom note from the table with extreme caution.
She ced it close to her nose and smelled it gently.
Then she set it down, waited a moment, and picked it up again, sniffs repeatedly.
While Be was doing all this, everyone else held their breath, not daring to disturb her ore too close.
Mrs. Foster exined to Mrs. Graves, “Scents are the mostplex. Even a tinyponent can drastically affect the fragrance. If you encounter scents that are easily confused, you must smell them in stages to carefully distinguish the subtle differences.”
Mrs. Graves nodded, not quite understanding but with urgency in her eyes, watching Be, hoping she could discern something.
Be did not disappoint; after cing the ransom note down onest time, her face showed a look of relief and she said, “It’s apricot blossom!”
“Apricot blossom?” Mrs. Graves eagerly looked towards Gavin, “Quick, send people to search! Search ces with apricot blossom!”