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.

was not even bothering to hide

of Vivienne challenging Elijah last Friday had been uploaded online, so most

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

that even if she did outperform Elijah, it would be thanks to her

dare she challenge the ‘Perfume Prince’ in

Percival, and his mother looked at Vivienne

be honest, even Leopold and Thomas, who had come

about Vivienne.

“Mrs. Ellington.”

Cecilia saw Stella, who had

and now she had returned just as

see Vivienne make a

unbecoming.” Stella frowned, feigning concern. “We all know she doesn’t have the talent for perfume blending and is using her mother’s formula for the competition. But she could at least pretend to make an effort. Whether she wins or loses now,

She doesn’t need her mother’s formula. She’s

the same thought as Leopold. Had Vivienne cast a

Cecilia?

just a week ago, become such an ardent supporter in such

didn’t know was that during the week she had been pestering Vivienne, Cecilia had seen for herself how Vivienne casually blended several exquisite perfumes, all of which were no less impressive than

advantage of being close, she

and had asked Vivienne to make it exclusively for her and not to

the chypre perfume became her own, and she

was delighted to have such a considerate future daughter-in-law. Who said she didn’t

she had forgotten

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

loud. So Percival got his sharp tongue from

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

focused on

she could see that while Stella was

disabled, she hardly saw Stella trying to get close

was well, Stella was so eager to be around. Did she think

much better. Despite her incredible talent, she remained low-key, and she didn’t

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