"Miss Powell, you claimed to be Mandy, why would you make such a mistake? Is this how you see the world, fluctuating between hot and cold?"
The crowd couldn't help but laugh.
Quinn Powell's face turned instantly pale, "Cynthia… why did you say these things? Even if my perfume has flaws, it can't prove that this perfume is yours."
Xaviera Evans gave her a cold glance and said, "Miss Powell, just calm down, I haven't finished."
"Most contestants would prepare some perfume formulas before the competition, modifying them based on themes. But Miss Powell, surprisingly, brought an unused formula from five years ago which strays from the theme. Why would you do that?"
Evans suddenly arched her lips in a smirk and continued at a leisurely pace, "Could it be because this was the only formula that Miss Powell had at hand which vaguely matched the theme?"
Everyone gasped in shock.
"Cynthia, you... you're talking nonsense!" Quinn attempted to retaliate, her eyes filled with panic.
