Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 62

Yuna was completely taken aback, and so was Marguerite.

Hadn’t Yuna bribed the judges? Wasn’t Marguerite destined to lose?

What the heck happened?

Did the judges suddenly grow a conscience?

Before Marguerite could even get over the shock, Yuna had already shoved past the media and was yelling at the judges:

“You’re lying! Did Marguerite bribe you? I’m the original creator! She stole my idea! What’s wrong with you guys?”

Yuna was so heated, she didn’t realize that her outburst in front of the media was being live–streamed all over the internet.

Her tantrum plunged the scene into chaos.

Seeing things spiraling out of control, Frederick quickly stepped forward and grabbed Yuna by the shoulder. “Cool it!”

Upon seeing Frederick, Yuna immediately burst into tears.

“Freddie, you have to help me! Marguerite bribed the judges. I’m the real creator and you have to believe me!”

She pleaded, fearing Frederick wouldn’t believe her, and started to recite the formula over and over again.

Several journalists, going with the flow, nodded in agreement. After all, Yuna recited the formula like it was engraved in her heart.

Also, the judges seemed more pleased with Yuna’s presentation when they inspected the works earlier.

How did she end up being the copycat?

So, the judges must have been bribed by Marguerite.

“Marguerite! Explain yourself, did you or did you not bribe the judges?”

“Yeah, we’re journalists; reporting the truth is our professional duty. You owe the public an explanation.”

“Marguerite, explain yourself quickly! Or else, believe it or not, I’ll have your ugly photos broadcast on TV every day! You ugly duckling!”

Ugly duckling?

That term irked Frederick, he frowned and yelled out in an ominous tone, “Shut up!”

His voice was loud and forceful, like an invisible attack that silenced everyone present.

Marguerite looked at him and found him looking back at her.

His eyes were deep, as if a hint of light was hidden beneath them. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Marguerite felt a pang in her heart.

What was that look?

Did he believe her?

Or was he hoping she would clear things up?

Marguerite averted her gaze, her emotions in turmoil.

People were questioning why she won, even though she was curious.

But to clear up the confusion, there seemed to be only one way.

Marguerite made her way through the crowd to the judges‘ table, comparing the perfume she and Yuna had blended. She couldn’t help but laugh.

This was Yuna’s concoction?

What a joke!

Marguerite’s skills finally had the chance to shine.

“Let’s not discuss whether the judges were bribed. But I believe everyone here has a keen sense of judgment. The bottle of perfume in my left hand is my work, and the one in my right hand is Yuna’s. Even if you’re not perfume experts, you can clearly see which one is original and which one is plagiarized.”

Everyone looked up and started to whisper.

Some in the media even burst into laughter.

Marguerite’s perfume was a standard light green with a slight shimmer, nearly identical to Yuna’s Golden Cascade, which won yesterday.

But Yuna’s concoction today was a dark green, almost black, without any shine, looking like a witch’s brew.

No wonder the judges changed their minds at the last moment.

They thought even if Yuna was bad, she should at least have basic perfume–blending skills. If the difference wasn’t too big, they’d let it slide.

But they never expected that Yuna’s skills didn’t even meet the basic threshold.

If they still defended Yuna at this point, it wouldn’t be Marguerite gaining infamy, but them, the judges.

Seeing everyone’s reaction, Marguerite’s brow furrowed, and her disdainful gaze swept over Yuna.

“You only know the formula but have completely ignored the proportion. Yuna, you have a lot to learn about perfume. You might need to spend more time making up for your shortcomings. But before that, you have to apologize to me for your plagiarism.”