Chapter 375 Rare Treasure
Clara was speechless.
All she could think about was that Victoria was Master Deer, and all those boastful things she had said in front of her before.
It turned out the ridiculous person was herself.
But how could this be? How did Victoria become Master Master Master Deer? She had clearly been expelled from the International Perfume Association. How could this happen?
Victoria looked at her pale face without a trace of pity.
Netizens, seeing this scene, immediately believed Victoria's words. Everyone believed that the perfume formula was written by her.
After all, everyone had long lost trust in Clara.
The comments started flooding in again.
[Victoria's hidden identities are really impressive!]
[This is so embarrassing!]
[Oddly satisfying.]
[I can't believe the two people I was a fan of are actually the same person.]
[The truth is out! I was wondering why I saw Alexander in the guest seats earlier. Turns out Victoria was there too.]
[Me too. I didn't dare to say anything.]
[Alexander really is inseparable from Victoria.]
[Looks like the saying is true: where there's Alexander, there's definitely Victoria.]
[How did we end up watching a romantic scene? This isn't the right vibe; wasn't this supposed to be a counterattack scene?]
"What evidence do you have to prove you wrote this?" Elodie said sharply. "You used to live in the Kennedy family, and you could come and go as you pleased. If you wanted to sneak into Clara's room, it wouldn't be difficult."
Victoria glanced at her coldly.
Elodie swallowed, thinking, 'ictoria's gaze is so cold, just like her wheelchair-bound mother.'
Clara, hearing Elodie's words, immediately insisted, "Yes, you must have sneaked a look at my manuscript."
Victoria's lips curled into a mocking smile. They really wouldn't give up until they were completely defeated.
Elodie and Clara truly were mother and daughter.
Simon originally wanted to intervene, but Oliver stopped him. "Why are you getting involved? Esme is back now. If we mess with her daughter again, do you think she'll let the Kennedy Group off?"
He looked at Elodie and Clara with disgust and endless disappointment. He had some expectations for Clara, but she did the same thing a second time, completely disgracing the Kennedy family!
"This is their own mistake. Let them deal with it themselves!" After saying this, Oliver got up, leaned on his cane, and left the venue.
Even though he had previously suspected that Victoria was a fake Master Deer, Tilly had confirmed it, and with Victoria's multiple identities before, it wasn't surprising that she was Master Deer.
He left to avoid further embarrassment. He had already lost enough dignity.
Simon thought about his father's words and found them reasonable, so he left as well.
Meanwhile, at Wind Sleep Villa.
"Oliver and Simon actually left those two women behind?" Nicholas was genuinely surprised.
Esme, however, was not surprised at all. "Those two have always been selfish and concerned about their dignity. Leaving is the most normal thing for them."
Nicholas asked, "Do we need to help?"
Esme squeezed the small blanket covering her legs and said softly, "Victoria doesn't need our help. If she wasn't confident, she wouldn't have revealed these truths today."
She wanted to help Victoria, but she realized that sometimes she was really useless in front of her daughter.
Victoria noticed out of the corner of her eye that Oliver and Simon had left.
She smirked. When trouble came, they really did scatter to the wind.
This family was truly bizarre.
Oliver and Simon had spoiled Clara for so long, and now they just abandoned her. How selfish!
"Handwriting analysis," she said calmly.
Everyone thought this seemed like the most reliable method.
Although handwriting can be imitated, everyone's writing habits and strokes might be different.
"Who knows if you secretly imitated Clara's handwriting," Elodie retorted.
"This old woman, even if Master Deer imitated your daughter's handwriting, your daughter should still be able to write it, right? Why do you always have excuses?" someone questioned. "Are you feeling guilty and afraid?"
Elodie was silent.
Clara thought for a moment and agreed.
Both of them would write a formula simultaneously and then hand it over to professionals for analysis.
Tilly had already arranged for professionals. She instructed her assistant to bring them in ten minutes later.
Victoria wasn't surprised that Clara agreed because she thought she had imitated it well enough to have the confidence to agree.
Before starting, Victoria said, "I'll write first, so you won't say I imitated your pen-holding style or something. It's really annoying."
She was preemptively cutting off their excuses.
Elodie and Clara had nothing to say.
Everyone found Victoria's move quite wise.
Alexander, watching her from the audience, had a look of doting affection.
At the same time, he felt a bit frustrated.
His wife was too capable, making him feel like a mere decoration, unable to get involved in many things.
Then, everyone saw Victoria pick up the pen on the table with her left hand.
Someone whispered, "Is Master Deer going to use her left hand?"
Victoria didn't care about any of the looks. She calmly picked up the pen, clicked the cap, and started writing.
Clara glanced at her without showing any emotion, not understanding her intention.
In her impression, Victoria wasn't someone who usually wrote with her left hand. Why was she using her left hand now?
What trap had Victoria set for her?
One person wrote with their right hand, the other with their left.
Five minutes later, both stopped writing at the same time.
Tilly naturally took on the role of the host. "Emily Johnson, bring up the handwriting analysts."
The assistant immediately brought the two people standing behind her onto the stage.
A man and a woman, dressed in professional attire, carrying a toolbox, and wearing badges, looked very professional.
"Please start the analysis," assistant Emily said, making an inviting gesture.
The two opened their toolboxes and took out the identification equipment.
This was a live broadcast, and someone recognized the two individuals as representatives from the country's most authoritative certification body, which guaranteed the authenticity of the event.
Victoria remained calm throughout, looking much more relaxed compared to the slightly nervous Clara.
Another five minutes passed.
"The results are out," said the older-looking man.
He held a piece of paper in his hand. "After comparison, this handwriting matches the original manuscript 100%."
Elodie immediately jumped in, "I knew it! You ungrateful person, accusing my Clara. Now the truth is clear, isn't it? How will you argue your way out of this?"
Victoria said nothing.
She remained very calm.
Assistant Emily reminded, "Ma'am, the analyst hasn't finished speaking."
The man continued, "This piece was written by this lady here." He pointed to Victoria.
Elodie seemed to turn to stone.
Clara exclaimed, "Impossible!"
The man remained unflustered and took another piece of paper from his female colleague.
He held the two pieces of paper up for comparison, facing the audience and the cameras.
Both pieces of paper were projected onto the big screen.
At first glance, the handwriting on both pieces of paper looked almost identical.
The man glanced at his female colleague.
She understood and held up the original manuscript in the same way.
Comparing the three, they all looked the same.
This left everyone puzzled.
The man began to explain, "At first glance, these three manuscripts do look like they were written by the same person."
He then operated the computer equipment in front of him. Suddenly, the three manuscript photos appeared on the big screen, making it even clearer.
He moved the mouse and made red marks.
"The first one is the original manuscript, the second one is Master Deer's, and the third one is Miss Kennedy's."
"Look at the areas I've circled. It's clear that the original manuscript was written with the left hand, not the right hand."
"The direction of the handwriting differs between left and right hands, and personal writing habits also create differences. No matter how similar the imitation, personal writing habits can't be copied."
"It's clear that although Miss Kennedy's piece looks similar to the original manuscript, upon closer inspection, many areas are different. The stroke order and stopping points are opposite to the original manuscript."
The man stopped speaking.
There was no need to elaborate further; the meaning was clear.
So who was the real plagiarist was obvious.
Serafina said with a gloating smile. "Someone just swore that the formula was written by her, but it turns out she was wrong."
Clara was unwilling to give up. "No, I didn't plagiarize. This is really my own work. She's the thief, not me!"
The more agitated she became, the guiltier she seemed.
In contrast, Victoria, whom she accused of being the 'thief,' remained incredibly calm.
"If you can write with your left hand, I'll believe you and apologize. How about that?" Serafina retorted.
Victoria didn't say a word, but Serafina was very eager to speak.
Victoria took a few steps towards Clara and then stopped.
At that moment, Victoria had the presence of a queen. From the moment she walked in, she drew everyone's attention. Whether she was quiet or showcasing her full charisma, she was always the most radiant and captivating person in the room.
"If you're still not convinced and refuse to admit it, I have other evidence," she said with a cold smile.
Clara's face turned pale.
Once the events of that day came to light, her carefully crafted persona was utterly destroyed.
Even the identity she believed could be her saving grace—that of a perfumer—was lost.
Therefore, as long as she adamantly denied everything and stayed true to herself, there was still a glimmer of hope.
Under no circumstances could she afford to relent.
"I said, the formulas in this notebook were written by me," Clara insisted.
Everyone was speechless.
Wasn't the truth obvious?
Why did Clara keep denying it?
Victoria's bright eyes fixed on her, a faint, inscrutable smile on her lips. "Really?" she asked Clara in an indifferent tone.
Her words carried an invisible, powerful deterrent force.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance," Victoria said, presenting herself as generous and open-minded.
Someone immediately praised her for her magnanimity.
"Tilly, could you have someone bring my things out?" Victoria said.
Tilly made an okay gesture and turned to Emily, asking her to fetch them.
Soon, Emily returned with a small wooden box and handed it to Victoria.
As everyone wondered what was in the box, Victoria opened it.
At the same time, everyone saw her take out a notebook identical to the one Clara had.
Everyone was stunned.
There wasn't just one, but over four.
Victoria said slowly, "I'm sorry, Miss Kennedy, I forgot to tell you that the formula notebook you have is just one of many."
She then smiled and said, "Haven't you noticed that each formula has a serial number?"
She tilted her chin up. "The one you have is just 1-15."
Clara was dumbfounded. Serafina immediately asked the analyst to show her the original manuscript.
Opening it, Serafina exclaimed, "It's just as Master Deer said, it's 1-15."
Victoria smiled and continued, "Do you want to see the others? I wrote these when I was bored, back when I was 12."
Clara's face turned pale. She hadn't expected that what she had carefully guarded was something Victoria had casually written as a child.
Netizens flooded the screen with comments.
[No wonder she's the top in the perfume world. Master Deer is amazing!]
[She was so smart at 12! Incredible!]
[This is hilarious. Clara, thinking she had a rare treasure, was left speechless when Victoria pulled out an entire stack of notebooks.]
[This is what happens when she tries to gain small benefits but ends up losing more.]
[No sympathy!]
[Clara's shamelessness has cost her all remaining goodwill.]
[I feel embarrassed for this mother and daughter through the screen.]
[Oh my God, how can someone be so shameless?]
[Clara, don't back down now. Use that stubborn tone you had earlier!]
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