บท 88: The watermelon lady.

Listening to her question, I approached, passing by Samantha. I smiled—a political, yet charming and enchanting smile covered my face while my omega pheromone, now an ability used in certain ways, passed by her, subtly enchanting and leaving a good impression, making her want to be kind as if enchanted by a siren or the charm of a vampire. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Briela and your daughter. I'm Alex, a friend of Rafael Allain." 

She was surprised, and the effect of the pheromone, with a sweet floral scent she barely noticed, was effective. The gossiping and slightly malicious look was greatly reduced. She responded kindly, extending her hand to greet me.

"It's a pleasure," she said in a lighter tone, clearly less aggressive and ironic compared to her previous remarks. I also looked at the little girl on the floor and bent down gently to greet her.