Displeased, Hannah glared at Madeline. “What are you doing?”
Madeline raised her sharp and stern eyes before saying aggressively, “I said, don’t touch my things.”
After she finished reminding Hannah in a cold tone, she swung Hannah’s hand away and turned around.
“Leave. Don’t disturb my work. You can enjoy afternoon tea at this time.”
As Madeline spoke, she noticed that Hannah was not speaking, but Madeline heard some movements instead.
She turned her head to look over and found that Hannah was still reaching out and grabbing the perfume she had just made.
This was the only finished product at the present, and Madeline had made an appointment to let the client try out this perfume tonight.
Hannah noticed Madeline’s eyebrows furrowing, so she probably realized that Madeline cared about the perfume a lot.
She curled her lips into a smirk. She held the bottle of perfume high in her hand and then pretended to let go.
“Eveline, you care about this perfume a lot, don’t you?”
Hannah asked with a proud face, and then she pressed the cap of the perfume. Soon after, a distinct woody and cold fragrance wafted into their noses. It was a refreshing fragrance.
“Is this the perfume made by a senior perfumer? It smells really good, but if I let go now, will your hard work these days be wasted?”
Hannah’s words were very threatening, but Madeline laughed instead.
“So, are you trying to talk terms with me again?”
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