"Miss Powell, isn't Cynthia a bit too petty? Is it necessary to behave like this over such a trivial matter? She's already cleared her name, so why not just drop it?" A girl whispered to Quinn Powell.
Quinn clenched her fist tightly, sighing helplessly, "Cynthia is the victim, and she's bound to look for an opportunity to vent. I don't mind waiting, but I worry that others do not want to."
"Perfume mixing requires a state of mind. Perhaps everyone was in a good state earlier, but they may not be later. If this affects everyone's competition, wouldn't that be bad?"
Quinn's words resonated with some of the perfume artists. They didn't want to waste their own time, but since Mr. Twilight wanted to investigate, naturally none of them dared voice any objections.
Linda Campbell, like a powder keg, roared furiously, "Why should her issue occupy our time?! That bitch is just being melodramatic!"
