Chapter 118: Have You Also Been Stung by a Wasp?

Halfway to the hillside villa, she had felt like she was being followed. She held her ground, curious about the follower's intentions, but the person never showed themselves. With a smile, she reached into her pouch where she had casually placed a wasp nest she'd grabbed while climbing over the wall. The drugged wasps inside were now nearly awake, buzzing violently inside the bag.

As she passed by a banyan tree, she loosened the opening of the bag and tossed it upwards, covering the mysterious follower with the nest, then quickly retreated. The turmoil caused by the wasps was significant, yet surprisingly, the person endured it quietly. Standing outside the villa's wall, she listened for a while. The guards inside shouted about the wasps, but there was no mention of an intruder. Smiling to herself, she vanished into the darkness. In the Basement.

This place was neither a secretive laboratory nor a prison. It was a perfumery filled with spices and glass vessels, equipped with top-notch ventilation systems to prevent the scents from mixing. Upon entering, Sean saw a young man in white, amusing a twelve-year-old girl with a toy. The girl sat quietly on the floor, her head bowed, playing with the toy. Both had strikingly beautiful faces.

Hearing Sean enter, the girl didn't even look up, but the young man glared at him with indignation. They had been Sean's prisoners for over a year. Ignoring the anger on the young man's face, Sean examined the perfume being mixed on the counter. "Within a week, she needs to create a new perfume for me," he ordered, his gaze fixed on the quiet girl. He placed nine bottles of perfume in front of them, "The new perfume must be better than these."

These were perfumes previously created by Rebecca. Sean was wary that Tina might try to match her skills using Rebecca's formulas, so he would have to prepare a blend that could potentially exceed them. "You've studied this too; you know creating new perfumes requires inspiration," the young man stopped his gestures to reply coldly, "I can't guarantee that Lily will find new inspiration within a week. Besides, perfumes are subjective; they can't be objectively compared." "If you and your sister don't want to die, you'd better do as I say," Sean sneered, "I believe she can do it, isn't she Q? If she could create 'Fathom,' 'Abyss,' and 'Old Dream,' then she can certainly create something better!" Their argument grew loud, but the girl seemed deaf to it, continuing to play with her toy.

"I told you, Lily isn't Q," the young man, Quentin, retorted with a face full of anger, "Lily is just Q's student." Sean refused to believe it. "When I was in Glasgow, I investigated. The house where you two lived was Q's residence. When you left Glasgow, Q disappeared from there too. And why do you still have a bottle of 'Fathom'? There were only twenty made, and each had an owner. Why would you have one?"

the formula, leaving many disappointed. "Most importantly," Sean's eyes

Those who met Q only recognized the unique ring engraved with a Phoenix Blossom. "Moreover, if she truly is

perfumery and her unremarkable brother were easy to manipulate. Over the past year, claiming

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had always been elusive, taking Lily Fawkes as an apprentice on a whim partly because of her remarkable talent and partly out of sympathy for the siblings who were homeless and destitute. After leaving Glasgow, they never saw Q again

think I'd believe your ridiculous stories just because your sister deliberately lowers the quality of perfumes she makes for me?" Sean scoffed, about to continue when his phone rang. Annoyed, he answered, hearing his subordinate report, "Sir, a wasp nest has suddenly appeared in the yard,

hung up the phone, too upset to continue his tirade against Quentin. He stormed out of the basement. Before leaving, he turned back to Quentin

In Pinkwater Alley.

home, prepared for bed, but then her phone rang. It was Sophia's tearful voice on the other end, "Tina, please come and help my brother, he's been stung by wasps!"

soothe her, "Don't worry, I'm on my way." After hanging up, Tina suddenly remembered something, turned back, and packed a few sets of clothes into her suitcase. As she was about to leave with her suitcase, the awakened Hugo and Jennie looked at her in surprise, "Tina,

got a bit hurt, and I promised Grandpa Farrell I'd take care of him, so I decided to

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