The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 127

There was a substantial media presence at the event, arranged by Elijah himself to boost his profile. Some were even live-streaming the event online.

The previous incident had quickly spread online, sparking an internet backlash.

Arabella watched with satisfaction as the topic on Twitter began to trend. She was delighted

to see the barrage of unsightly insults directed at Vivienne in the comments section.

On stage.

“Vivienne, don’t get too cocky!” Elijah laughed bitterly in his rage.

“Enough.” Vivienne looked impatient.

“I’ll make sure you lose dignity!” Elijah coldly threatened her before signaling for the competition to start.

Given that perfume blending required inspiration, even though the contestants had a week to prepare, the competition was set for one hour.

The time quietly passed, and the audience watched as Elijah theatrically sniffed various ingredients. Once in a while, he would spray the blended perfume on a tester strip and then pretend to contemplate something as he scribbled on a piece of paper. He seemed to be trying to impress the audience with his creativity.

On the other hand, Vivienne swiftly picked out a few ingredients she needed as soon as she arrived at the perfume blending station. She then began to blend the perfume according to specific proportions, and in less than ten minutes, she had completed a bottle of perfume.

Afterwards, she sat down at the perfume blending station and started to doze off.

To ensure fair competition and prevent cheating, everything on the two perfume blending stations was projected onto a large screen behind the stage.

Thus, the audience got a close-up view of Vivienne’s face. It was magnified several times and occupied half of the large screen.

Percival rubbed his temples. He was somewhat exasperated. He had to admit that his darling girl looked rather cute when she was sleeping.

But he didn’t like the idea of so many people watching her sleep.

Elijah, who was still gently fanning the scent from the tester strip, caught sight of this and sneered. He thought to himself that, as anticipated, Vivienne was using the formula left by her mother for the competition.

she was too naive. She was not even bothering to hide

challenging Elijah last Friday had been

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about the perfume formula left by Vivienne’s mother. Now, like Elijah, they assumed Vivienne was

looked at Vivienne with disdain. They figured that even if she did

the ‘Perfume Prince’ in this

the students from Class Eighteen, Percival, and his mother looked at Vivienne

even Leopold and Thomas, who had come to enjoy the spectacle,

about Vivienne.

“Mrs. Ellington.”

who had

had left abruptly earlier, and

leaving, Stella had grown increasingly frustrated and had returned to see Vivienne make a fool of herself in front

using her mother’s formula for the competition. But she could at least pretend to make an effort. Whether

won’t lose. She doesn’t need her mother’s formula. She’s got a natural talent for perfume blending.

stunned and shared the same thought as Leopold. Had Vivienne cast

Cecilia?

week ago, become such an ardent supporter in such

was that during the week she had been pestering Vivienne, Cecilia had seen for herself how Vivienne casually blended several exquisite perfumes, all of

having the advantage of being close,

perfumes and had asked Vivienne to make it exclusively for her and not to sell it on the

perfume became her own, and she named it

to have such a considerate future daughter-in-law. Who

forgotten her

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go back to your seat. Your presence here is thinning the air and making

nearly laughed out loud. So Percival got his sharp tongue

in Cecilia’s eyes. But now that she had made some negative comments about Vivienne,

was focused on the stage

was talking to her, her eyes were constantly

was disabled, she hardly saw Stella trying to get close

Stella was so eager to be

her incredible talent, she remained low-key, and she didn’t mind that her son was disabled at

noticed that Cecilia was giving her the cold shoulder, and Percival hadn’t even spared her a glance. Defeated, she