Chapter 12
Of course, Bryan would not actually lay a hand on his wife.
Narrowing his eyes at her slightly, he then lowered his head to write a number on her score sheet. Harry’s eyes widened in horror at the glaring number that appeared.
“Sir… Aren’t you afraid that Mrs. Turner will be angry…” Harry trailed off when he realized that Boss. was on the verge of becoming angry with him.
“She asked for it.” Bryan spared Finley a glance. This woman need to pay the price.
“Sorry, Sir.” Harry quickly stepped back.
Out of sight, out of mind….
Anyway, the highest and lowest scores would be removed. Miss Finley will not be badly affected by the Boss’s childish actions.
Maybe Boss just took it as a warning to Miss Finley.
Meanwhile, the judges were put in a difficult position.
On one hand was a brilliant new perfumer with her future in front of her, on the other hand, was a slightly less talented young woman who was rumored to become the wife of a very powerful man. In the end, one brave judge decided to speak up and toss the hot potato to Bryan. “Mr. Turner, we think that Lemon’s perfume would help the whole country to make a shot in the international stage this year. It’s just that Miss Tricia-”
“Has nothing to do with me.” Bryan interrupted the man.
Harry then cleared his throat and said, “Dear judges, please judge according to your professional opinions and not rumors.”
Nodding their understanding, the group lowered their head and wrote down their scores with a clear heart.
Five minutes later, Finley’s score was displayed on the screen and immediately caused a stir.
“10! 10! 9.8! What perfume did that young lady come up with to score so high?”
Soon all the judges’ scores were displayed, with one notable exception.
Finley saw a staff member run to Bryan and back to the host with a confused expression on her face. She could vaguely guess what her silly husband had done.
She ignored the man, paying attention instead to the whispers around her.
“Can you believe it? They didn’t make Miss Tricia the winner.”
“Do
you think the rumors are false? After all, I don’t think Mr. Turner would let his fiancée be embarrassed like this.”
“You may be right…”
Tricia fisted her hands, her nails digging into her palm, at the speculatively looks the crowds were giving her.
She barely registered it when a big fat zero appeared on the screen.
While the audience was confused, Finley scoffed, unperturbed at the man’s retaliation.
This man was…way too childish.
On the other hand, Tricia was elated.
Did that mean that Bryan did not like that vixen? It must be! Otherwise, he wouldn’t give her a zero. Too bad the lowest score was removed…
After so many preparations, Tricia could only grit her teeth and accept second place. The only consolation she had was that Mr. Turner did not seem to like the champion. So, she still had a chance.
The host quickly diverted the crowds’ attention from her zero to Finley, announcing her as the winner of the championship.
As she walked to the host to accept the trophy, Finley held her head high.
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