Chapter 549

Chapter 549:

“I feel like this is all on Tatiana. Why would a huge company like Global Entertainment go after a minor artist for her sake?”

“Honestly, Global Entertainment is the victim here. Can’t Tatiana just leave on her own? It’s downright disgusting!”

“I’ll never watch anything with Tatiana in it again. I hope she disappears from the entertainment scene soon!”

Tatiana’s fingers shook as she scrolled through the comments. This wasn’t supposed to happen—it was Hector’s idea. She had taken on all the blame to protect the company, yet now they were turning on her, letting the storm of hatred fall squarely on her shoulders. Was all of this Hector’s doing?

Tatiana was deeply troubled, but when she took a step back to consider the bigger picture, it made sense. Her reputation was already in tatters, and if Global Entertainment also got into trouble, the damage would only worsen. No matter—so long as she kept Hector close, everything would be fine.

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She was determined to rise to power, and once she did, who would even care about her past in the entertainment world?

Since Edge Entertainment’s name had been cleared, the media storm against them vanished, causing their stock prices to rebound sharply. As for Global Entertainment, despite their attempts to clarify things, they still lost some public support. This blow would leave a lasting mark on Hector’s memory.

Madisyn’s lips curved into a subtle smile.

She wrapped up her work early that day, and the next morning, she headed to a hotel with Susan for the competition. The place buzzed with perfumers from across the country. A crowd gathered, waiting for the elevator doors to open. As Madisyn and Susan stepped in, someone suddenly bumped into them hard.

Had Madisyn not reacted quickly, Susan would have been thrown against the wall. Madisyn turned, her gaze landing on two bodyguards flanking a young woman draped in luxury.

The woman, with sunglasses shielding her eyes, had golden hair tumbling down to her waist and was adorned in the latest high-end fashion. Her figure was as graceful as it was commanding. She crossed her arms, radiating an air of cold arrogance.

“Hey, that’s crossing the line! We were all waiting here. What makes you think you can just cut in?” Madisyn’s voice held a touch of anger.

The woman cast a brief glance her way but said nothing, as if Madisyn wasn’t worth the effort of a response.

Madisyn stood there, furious, ready to say something more when Susan gently tugged at her sleeve.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Susan whispered, “Let it go, Madisyn. She’s a member of the royal family in Aswil. We really don’t want to pick a fight with someone like her.”

Another nearby contestant, who had overheard, nodded and added, “Yeah, she’s got serious connections. Did you notice those two bodyguards with her? They’re ex-mercenaries. You don’t want to cross someone like her, or the consequences would be dire.”

Everyone bristled at the princess’s arrogant demeanor, but her noble status made opposing her impossible for most, leaving them with no choice but to step aside.

The royal family in Aswil? Did being royalty really give her the right to trample over others? Madisyn’s displeasure simmered beneath the surface, but since Susan didn’t want to escalate things, she held her tongue. After all, Susan was the one competing, not her.

They reached the hall, listened to the competition rules, and soon the qualifying round began. Each contestant, along with their assistant, would step into a private room to craft a fragrance that aligned with the given theme, using only the materials provided. They had three hours.

Madisyn, serving as Susan’s assistant, would go with her to the designated room. The rooms had been randomly assigned, and Susan’s room, by chance, was at the far end, offering a stunning view through the window.

Just as they were about to step inside, two burly bodyguards blocked their path.

A haughty voice called out from behind, “I want this room. You can take the one next door.”

Even the typically good-natured Susan felt a flicker of annoyance. “The rooms are assigned by the competition organizers. What you’re doing is completely against the rules!”

“Rules can change,” the woman said, her voice dripping with arrogance. She shot a dismissive glance at Susan before striding confidently toward the room.

With a swift flick of Madisyn’s hand, the woman suddenly stumbled forward. Luckily, the bodyguards were quick to catch her, yet she still appeared somewhat flustered.

Looking down, she discovered a marble that had mysteriously appeared on the floor, even though the floor had been spotless just moments ago. Glaring at Madisyn and Susan, the woman pointed a finger at Susan and asked, “Did you do this to me?” Her gesture dripped with disdain and contempt.

“Smack!”

Madisyn swiftly slapped the woman’s hand away and firmly led Susan into the room. As the door clicked shut, the woman was engulfed in a wave of humiliation.

From childhood, she had always been spoiled and had everything handed to her on a silver platter, never having been treated so rudely before. Grinding her teeth in frustration, she whispered something to one of her bodyguards, who nodded in response before leaving. The other bodyguard and the woman strode into her room. As soon as they entered the rooms, the competition timers sprang to life.

“Take a break; I can handle this on my own,” Susan said to Madisyn.

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