Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 495:

Marissa maintained her composure, speaking with confidence. In contrast, Emilee’s cheeks flushed with humiliation. They were at the venue of the perfume competition, and the second phase was about to begin. Leaving would signal her withdrawal from the contest.

Emilee couldn’t afford to give up; this was a rare chance for her to advance in her career. She doubted such an opportunity would come again. Due to Xander’s public embarrassment, Hinks Perfumes had suffered a hit to its reputation.

The company’s stock price had plummeted along with sales. If things didn’t improve, Hinks Perfumes might even face closure.

Driven by a mix of obligation and desire, Emilee resolved to restore the company’s standing by excelling in the contest. Not only did she have to participate in this competition, but she also had to win a top prize because she had just lied to everyone.

Although Hinks Perfumes had reached out to Minty Fragrances and Perfumes for a partnership, there had been no response yet.

Emilee’s parents had exhausted all avenues to contact Elin, hoping she would mentor Emilee, but to no avail. If Emilee secured a top prize and a position at Minty Fragrances and Perfumes, her fabrications would remain hidden.

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Regardless of Marissa’s efforts to embarrass or humiliate her, Emilee knew she

“Why should I listen to you, Tiffany?

were an item just to boost Hinks Perfumes’ visibility. That

everyone that I stole your fiancé, and damaged my reputation. We need

about your affair with Mr. Hoffman,” Emilee replied, her voice tinged with panic. Marissa knew this to be true; it was actually Clarissa who had manipulated the situation through

to blame Emilee as part of her strategy. Since Emilee seemed to be fond of schemes and slandering others, Marissa

Marissa sneered. “I see you won’t confess. It’s typical, isn’t it? A thief never admits

Emilee across the face. “Argh!”

had never experienced such a violent strike before. Stars danced before her eyes, and a buzzing filled her ears. A trickle of blood seeped from the

violence. Marissa had merely waved her hand, yet the impact on Emilee was severe. Araceli watched, her mouth agape in shock. She had previously thought Marissa was non-confrontational, perhaps too scared