Chapter 368 My Husband

During these four hours, the committee did not specify which step should be completed at what time.

The perfumer had complete control over the time.

As long as the allotted time was up, even if the final step wasn't completed and the perfume wasn't made, it would be considered a failure.

Four hours seemed long, but once the contestants got immersed, they found that time flew by.

Victoria sat on the judging panel, feeling a pair of burning eyes staring at her from behind.

She knew who it was.

But with so many cameras around, she decided to keep a low profile and resisted the urge to turn around.

Meanwhile, the people at Wind Sleep Villa were also watching the live broadcast of the competition.

"Ms. Kennedy is truly exceptionally smart and talented. I didn't expect her to make a name for herself in the perfume industry at such a young age," said the old butler, Nicholas, with satisfaction.

"Back in the day, Mrs. Davis wanted you to learn perfumery, but you weren't interested at all. Mrs. Davis had to give up. Who would have thought that a generation later, Ms. Kennedy would inherit Mrs. Davis's talent for perfumery," he added.

Esme listened to his words, her eyes fixed on Victoria on the screen.

In fact, when Victoria was three years old, she had already noticed Victoria's sensitivity to all fragrances. Just by smelling them, Victoria could identify them.

"Nicholas, it's been so many days, and she still hasn't made any move. She really hates me," Esme said with a hint of sadness in her eyes, sighing deeply, feeling both disappointed and helpless.

After all, today's situation was of her own fault.

Victoria had been obedient and well-behaved since she was young, but she was very stubborn.

Nicholas said, "Ms. Penrose, Ms. Kennedy has been recuperating recently, and now she has to attend this competition. She's probably busy. Once she's done, she'll naturally come."

Then he suggested, "Why don't we go find Ms. Kennedy?"

Esme was silent for a moment. "Forget it, let it be."

Nicholas didn't say anything.

He sighed inwardly, 'They are equally stubborn.'

For so many years, Victoria had been secretly investigating Esme's death, showing how much she cared about Esme.

However, many things were not as they appeared on the surface and couldn't be explained in a few words.

Just as he was at a loss for words, he received a text message on his phone.

"Ms. Penrose, I received a message saying that the family will hold a birthday banquet for Mrs. Davis next month, and by the way," he paused slightly, "announce the heir."

Esme showed no emotion upon hearing this.

But her clear almond eyes were filled with an unfathomable coldness.

She asked indifferently, "Is the heir her son or daughter?"

Nicholas replied, "They said it's Mrs. Davis's daughter."

Esme looked at Victoria on the screen, and the coldness in her eyes disappeared instantly.

She then said calmly, "Nicholas, it's time to meet her."

Nicholas nodded. "Yes, Ms. Penrose."

Then, the two continued to watch the live broadcast on the big screen.

This year's competition, apart from Emma who didn't participate, had three people who were highly anticipated. One was Serafina Nightingale, who had ranked ahead of Clara for three consecutive years, and the other was Clara.

The third was Isadora Penrose, rumored to be from a mysterious family in another country.

This person had only appeared in the public eye three months ago but was very low-key.

However, the power of netizens was strong, and soon someone dug up information about her, but it was intercepted before it could be published, so few people knew about her.

The first to finish writing the formula was Isadora, who wore the number 9 badge.

Victoria glanced at the time without showing any emotion. Isadora had taken twenty minutes to complete the task, which was a reasonable amount of time.

However, speed alone didn't guarantee victory; it ultimately came down to the quality of the work.

Next to finish was number 3, Serafina, followed by Clara and the other five contestants.

Most of them completed their formulas within 30 minutes.

Victoria's gaze kept drifting towards Clara.

So Victoria clearly saw Clara's relaxed expression.

It seemed she was confident.

Victoria's lips curved into a subtle, unreadable smile under her veil, unseen by others.

All the contestants began the process of selecting tools and raw materials for their formulations.

The raw materials included both synthetic and natural ones, and the perfumers had to choose based on their formulas.

Victoria watched Clara select her materials and already knew what her formula was.

Sure enough, she used it.

Victoria then turned her attention to Isadora. Tilly had previously mentioned that this person had a significant background.

There was no prominent family with the surname Penrose in Stellaria, so this person was not from Stellaria.

Victoria observed Isadora's calm and orderly actions, her focus solely on the task at hand, unaffected by external distractions, fully dedicated to her formulation.

As an excellent perfumer, maintaining inner peace during the process was crucial.

Because throughout the process, all proportions must be accurate. Any deviation would result in a flawed final product.

Once distracted, mistakes were easily made.

Noticing there was still some time left before the competition ended, Tilly turned to Victoria and quietly asked, "Do you want to take a break?"

Tilly remembered that Victoria was still injured, and if anything happened to her, Tilly would be blamed.

Victoria glanced at her. "Do you want me to get a reputation for 'acting like a diva'?"

Tilly replied, "Who would dare say anything? I'll punch them for you!"

Victoria knew her straightforward nature. "Tilly, netizens can bury us with just a few words. I don't want to be trending for the wrong reasons." She then turned her gaze to the stage, "If I have to trend, it should be for something meaningful, so my presence here isn't wasted."

Tilly followed her gaze to the stage and instantly understood.

"Can you hold on?" Tilly still asked worriedly.

Victoria said, "When did I become so weak in your eyes?"

Tilly didn't respond.

"By the way, I'm curious, what's the relationship between you and that handsome guy in the guest seats?" Tilly asked.

She had noticed that his gaze had never left Victoria on the stage.

Moreover, his strong presence was hard to ignore.

Victoria casually replied, "My husband."

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