Chapter 52: Rebeca almost bursts out laughing when she hears the nScarlet Serpent.
He cast a disdainful glance at Melany, his lips curling into a sneer.
I'd bet money you're an imitation.
You can't even prove who you are.
Melany's face paled even more as her hands balled into fists.
It was clear that Rebecca and Allison were trying to get under her skin, and they were succeeding.
The mere thought of having her identity checked made Melany's stomach turn.
Biting her lip, she said quietly, | never said it was Scarlet Snake.
Of course | won championships before, but that was a long tago.
Now, | just trust in my abilities.
She neither confirmed nor denied anything, just dropped enough breadcrumbs to keep them guessing, while
subtly hinting at her past success.
Her reddened eyes and stubborn expression made her look like someone caught in a struggle that she couldn't
win.
Colton, realizing her distress, immediately stood in front of her.
You have to stop playing this game.
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She's not here to prove anything to you.
Melany just doesn't want to flaunt her identity.
Sof you probably won't even make the top fifty.
| wonder how you will handle this humiliation? Kellan remained still, showing no reaction.
Years ago, the one who had beaten him in the first Leswington Perfumery Competition was none other than
Scarlet Snake.
Could Melany really be her? Kellan glanced at her briefly.
If she was Scarlet Serpent, the image he had held in his mind for years felt shattered, twisted.
Allison, for her part, maintained her composure, observing Colton's growing agitation with a calm smile.
Well, let's congratulate Melany in advance for winning this year's competition.
That will remove any doubt about his abilities.
His smile was like a punch to the gut.
Colton's face darkened further, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
If jealousy worked, we wouldn't need cameras, right? | don't care how you sneaked into the SVIP section, but
let's make one thing clear: fake can never pass for real! | was sure.
The entire venue was guarded, so that there was nothing unusual.
Each contestant's work was going to be judged by an anonymous jury of international experts, making it
impossible to deceive the system.
Allison's smile widened.
Exact.
What is false will never be real.
Although his tone remained measured, the sting of his words was enough for Melany to look away.
Then Kellan spoke, his voice cutting through the tension.
I've always wondered what kind of people bring down the collective 1Q.
He had a way of making even a single sentence sting.
If it was just contacts that were needed, Mr.
Stevens, why didn't you also bring your girlfriend to the SVIP section.
Are you too principled for that, or are you simply out of your league? The title Mr.
Stevens brought Colton back to humiliation who had suffered at Athton at the hands of Kellan.
His expression soured, but he recovered quickly.
| was joking before.
What | meant was that if you have nothing to hide, there's no reason to feel guilty.
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Seeing Kellan, Melany straightened instinctively, forcing a smile.
| didn't expect to meet you here, Mr.
Lloyd.
It seems like fate, considering our last meeting in Athton.
Kellan didn't bother to respond to either of us this time.
His eyes glanced at Melany, and then continued on their way, clearly uninterested.
He was trying to use past humiliations to forge skind of connection.
Pathetic.
He turned to Allison, his tone nonchalant.
You participated in that first Perfumery Contest.
Of course.
Allison's gaze met his, and without words, she understood the depth of his response.
Let's not waste twith these tired old games.
How about we get to the point.
Kellan's smile grew, something familiar flickering in his eyes.
What was your ranking in that contest.