Faye was wearing a short-sleeved, knee-length one-piece dress. She only had to remove the accessories on her hands, fix her hair, and put on gloves. She started creating a perfu as per the formula she had revised in her mind. If Natalie had prepared the perfu without even looking at the formula, she had to do the sa, or people would doubt how she didn’t rember her own formula.
I am smart enough to rember that formula, or things would have ended badly for , Faye thought. Who knew Natalie would ask to prepare a perfu in front of everyone? She must have thought I might not rember. She truly underestimates . Such and Idiot.
Though Faye also acted like a professional perfur while creating the perfu in front of everyone, it didn’t have the sa effect as Natalie. Faye clearly lacked the grace, confidence, and remarkable skills that Natalie possessed.
When others watched Natalie, it was as if she had been crafted to create perfus and had mastered the art for a long ti.
Even Ms. Taylor, the renowned perfu maker, was amazed by the way Natalie worked, while she was not that impressed with Faye. However, this was not going to affect the judgnt she would make—she would remain fair in her decision.
Soon, Faye finished preparing the perfu and rembered that Natalie had filled it into two bottles. She did the sa and labeled the bottles: one for a man and another for a woman.
In her rush and overconfidence—thinking that if Natalie had made it the sa, she didn’t need to check—Faye forgot to sll the perfu. With utter confidence, she presented the bottles to the judges.
As usual, Steve allowed the two won, Ms. Taylor and Mrs. Sumrs, to test the perfu first and waited for his turn.
The mont the two won slled it, Mrs. Sumrs coughed with a distorted expression, while Ms. Taylor’s face turned angry, displaying clear disgust at what Faye had made.
"What kind of joke is this?" Ms. Taylor furiously glared at Faye. "Is this what you call a perfu or so garbage from the sewer?"
Faye was taken aback. "What... what do you an? It’s the sa perfu that Natalie has created. I followed the formula perfectly. Don’t tell you have already colluded with Natalie and..."
"Shut up!" Ms. Taylor, known for her temper, turned even more furious. "Have you even checked for yourself what perfu you have made before giving it to us?"
"I didn’t, but I know it’s the sa as I perfectly used the sa formula," Faye countered.
Ms. Taylor looked at Faye’s lawyer, Shawn, as if thinking Faye was an idiot. "Mr. Shawn, care to check what your client has created?"
Shawn, having no other choice, walked toward them and had a sniff of the perfu, feeling conflicted over it. The mont he did, he stepped back in shock and disgust. He looked at Faye in disbelief and anger. She was making him lose this important case live in front of the entire world.
"Check it yourself," Shawn told her.
Faye walked ahead and sniffed, only to have her own expression distort as she almost puked, but held back.
"Did you plan to kill us with this scent?" Ms. Taylor growled, her bitter words echoed through the hall. "Even my five-year-old granddaughter can make a good perfu. Are you really a perfu maker or just delusional to think you are? You even dared to offer it to us without slling your final product. Have you not studied the basic principles a perfur should follow? What made you so confident that you could give us this garbage without even testing it yourself?"
Faye was utterly embarrassed, still trying to recover from the disgusting scent she had created.
Mia whispered to Natalie, "Did you expect it to go like this?"
Natalie replied, "I didn’t expect her to trust my formula so blindly as to not sll it even once before giving it to the judges. I thought she would sll it first, find out it didn’t work, and then accuse of tampering with chemicals. But I didn’t expect her to be an idiot of this level."
Mia could only laugh inwardly. "Her career is destroyed after this, let alone fulfilling her dream of mooching off your creation." Then Mia looked at Steve, who didn’t have to test that perfu. "God damn it. Only this asshole had skipped slling Faye’s creation. How I wish to get one bottle of Faye’s sewer perfu and stuff it into his nose."
Natalie didn’t comnt on it. This man was her savior once, and she had no enmity with him. Whatever he had with Mia, she decided to leave it to those two.
Steve, standing on the side, was himself relieved that he was the last one and his turn didn’t co, but sohow that whip of that scent reached his nose, and imdiately distant himself from it.
Faye got back to her senses and glared at Natalie. "You... you tampered with the chemicals after you worked here, didn’t you? I know you would."
"There is nothing wrong with the chemicals. If you did it the right way, you could easily make the sa perfu from these things," Natalie replied as she continued to sit in the chair, unbothered, her hands folded in front of her, and her legs crossed, one over the other, in a style that showed her authority over the matter.
"I don’t believe it. I rembered the formula perfectly, and I followed it. I am sure I did nothing wrong," Faye spat out.
Unaffected, Natalie added, "And I am sure there is nothing wrong with the chemicals, but you didn’t follow the formula—or rather, you don’t rember it right."
"Really?" Faye growled. "Then why is it you made it right with the sa formula while your mind changed? After you finished making your perfu, you must have done sothing to tamper with the chemicals. If not, do you dare make the perfu again with those sa chemicals?"
"Do you want to?" Natalie asked.
"Why are you scared now?" Faye growled. "I am sure you won’t be able to make it with tampered chemicals."
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