The emcee asked as he looked at Natalie and Faye, "Who among the two ladies would proceed first?"
Natalie simply looked at Faye, only to get an obvious reaction and reply from her.
"Let Natalie go first. What if there is sothing wrong with those things, and I can’t make the perfu? I need to see if they are the right things to put on the table," Faye said smugly. She was playing it safe. Natalie, if you have planned sothing, it’s not going to work today. I am not an idiot.
"Alright!" Natalie said and stood up while John took the half-empty glass of juice from her. Natalie went to the table and stood in front of it, ready to work.
"Wait, what if you have hidden sothing in your jacket, sothing that’s needed to create perfu, and you have not put it on the table but hidden? Knowing how shrewd you are, you can... do... anything..."
Natalie offered her an icy glare, which made Faye shut her mouth. "Faye, if you are a true perfu maker, you can identify any chemical needed to create it without even having labels on it. And if that formula is truly yours, you can see if anything is missing here. What are you so nervous about?"
Faye was left baffled, but she as usual replied stubbornly, "I don’t trust you anymore. If you can steal my formula, you can do anything. But why are you so offended when I simply asked you to remove your jacket? Is it that you are truly hiding anything in it?"
Natalie proceeded to remove her jacket, when Mia stood behind her and helped her take it off. Natalie spoke, "Yes, I am indeed hiding sothing in my jacket."
Faye smiled, "See..."
"Your brain," Natalie interrupted her. "Your brain which you left behind in your mother’s womb when she gave birth to you. I have that brain in the pocket of my jacket. Want it? I will give it to you for free."
Hearing this, a laughter echoed in the hall.
Faye was utterly angry, but had no counterattack.
All the reporters were having fun recording it. Even the people who were watching it on their TV or other gadget’s screens could not help but laugh and comnt.
"This woman has a sharp tongue. No one can beat her."
"True. We have seen her before talking to the reporters, and every ti she left all of them speechless."
"Could it be that Natalie is wrongly frad this ti? Her calmness and confidence show she did nothing wrong."
"We will know soon. If the other party can hire lawyer Shawn, that ans Faye has strong backing as well."
Soon everyone watched confident Natalie, who had removed her jacket and stood there in her stylish and elegant white shirt and trousers that highlighted her tall and slim perfect figure.
She went to the table while she rolled her shirt’s sleeves elegantly to her elbows, her slender arms and delicate fingers visible. She even removed any accessories she was wearing on her fingers and wrists and then pulled out a hairband from the pocket of her trousers, which she always carried out of habit, and tied her open hair into a loose bun. Lastly, she put on the gloves.
For her, it was just regular preparation whenever she indulged herself in perfu making, but to others, all those were highly elegant and captivating moves from a charmingly beautiful yet professional-looking lady. Everyone had their eyes glued to her, as if enchanted by her, while Natalie was oblivious to it all.
Mia sighed, her eyes almost carrying hearts as she looked at her friend. If I was a man, I would have proposed to her right now, right here. My goddess-like beautiful friend.
Steve, anwhile, had his gaze fixed on Mia. Seeing the way she looked at Natalie, Steve frowned in displeasure but could do nothing.
Natalie, all focused, busied herself in making a perfu. She didn’t even have to look at the formula even once, as if everything was fixed in her brain. Everyone watched her, observing how skillfully she made the perfu—her expressions of focus, her movents—nothing but sheer perfection.
For the first ti, others could feel that the simple process of perfu making could be this eye-catching. All patiently waited for Natalie to finish, and no one showed a sign of impatience, even though it was going to take so ti.
As Faye watched Natalie, she could not help but feel jealous. After working with Natalie for so long, she knew how talented and skilled Natalie was in perfu making. For so ti, she even doubted her own ability to create perfu.
I can do it. I have worked under Natalie and created perfus many tis. I am one of the top students in my university and known for my skills. I can surely do it.
After a while, Natalie finally finished making the perfu with the last step of sealing it into the two perfu bottles. She put the labels on both bottles, indicating one was for a man and the other for a woman.
The three judges were presented with the perfu bottles made by Natalie on the spot and the ones from the already prepared product of Natalie’s company.
They all verified them carefully and unanimously agreed on the sa thing—it’s the sa perfu that is being launched today.
Faye was not surprised at all. I will make the perfu as well. The result will be a tie. Then, everyone will have no choice but to trust the date of formula copyright registration and that Natalie has stolen it from . Even if everyone agrees that we both have created the sa formula by coincidence, Natalie will have to share half of her profit with . In any case, it’s my victory.
With her head held high, Faye walked toward the table, all smug in her mind.
Natalie had returned to Mia’s side, who whispered to her, "You were so amazing just now, Nat. I almost had my heart beat for you."
Natalie, used to such comnts from her naughty friend, smiled. "The most amazing thing is yet to co."
Mia looked at Faye, who was ready to prepare her perfu, and said, "This is what we call—calling for their own doom."
Natalie agreed as a light smirk painted her lips.
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