Chapter 550

Chapter 550:

Susan smiled warmly at Madisyn, aware that these spices posed a challenge for most to identify. “It’s okay. I’ll help you pick out the spices you need.”

Madisyn selected more than a dozen spices from the extensive collection, arranging them thoughtfully before Susan, who stared in astonishment. “Wow, you can make perfume too? Most people can’t even discern which spices to use!”

“I know a little,” Madisyn replied. As a doctor, she possessed some knowledge in this realm. She chose not to involve herself further, settling into a nearby chair, ready to spring into action if Susan needed her. Halfway through, a waiter knocked softly and entered, delivering a pitcher of water and an array of snacks.

Susan, wholly absorbed in her task, felt the tug of thirst and reached for a glass. However, Madisyn, sensing something was off, swiftly grasped her hand.

At the same moment, Susan noticed a faint, unsettling scent wafting from the water. “There might be something in this water,” Susan remarked, her expression shifting to one of concern.

Madisyn said with calm certainty, “If I’m not mistaken, this water is likely laced with a sedative. Take a sip, and you’ll fall asleep. If I’m right, it was probably sent by the princess in the next room.”

The princess, steeped in her royal pride, would undoubtedly find it hard to stomach the disrespect shown to her. Yet, with such devious machinations, did she truly deserve the title of princess?

“This woman is simply outrageous!” Susan exclaimed, unable to restrain herself any longer. With determination, she approached the array of spices, selecting a handful before skillfully blending them together.

A mere fifteen minutes later, she deftly wrapped the concocted powder in paper, rolling it tightly before heading to the window and blowing it toward the neighboring room.

Madisyn offered an approving thumbs up. “Impressive! You managed to whip up a sedative fragrance in such a short time!”

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Susan replied, “I didn’t want to cause her trouble, but she pushed too far. We need to show her what we’re capable of, or she’ll keep causing us problems.”

Madisyn couldn’t help but admire her greatly—this was the fierce Susan she had always known.

Meanwhile, in the next room, the princess was utterly engrossed in making her perfume, exuding confidence in her skills and unwavering determination to win the competition. A bodyguard leaned in to whisper something in her ear, and a satisfied smile spread across her face.

However, before long, a yawn escaped her lips as she felt an unsettling wave of drowsiness wash over her. Though she had ensured a restful night’s sleep for the competition, an inexplicable fatigue now tugged at her senses. She pinched herself, trying to stave off the creeping lethargy, but the weight of sleep was overwhelming, her eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment.

“Princess, what’s the matter?”

“Something feels off! Someone has drugged me!” she gritted her teeth.

“But no one came in here. How could you have been drugged?” the bodyguard replied.

The woman was equally baffled, and then a thought struck her like lightning. “It must be those two women!”

Her mind was clouded, fighting against the overwhelming urge to succumb to sleep, but she struggled to concentrate on her task.

Three hours later, the competition drew to a close, with the doors of the contestants’ rooms sliding open automatically. The judges stood waiting at the thresholds, ready to collect everyone’s perfumes.

The princess thrust her work into a judge’s hands before striding over to Susan with an air of fury.

With her arms crossed and an imperious glare, she barked, “Get her!”

Instantly, her two bodyguards sprang into action, restraining Susan, whose expression darkened. “What are you doing?”

“You drugged me, didn’t you?” Jessica Wilson shot back, her voice laced with indignation. “You Lorpondians are quite crafty. Take her away!”

The uproar naturally attracted the attention of the other contestants. Witnessing Jessica’s blatant bullying of Susan, they cast sympathetic glances in her direction, yet felt utterly powerless. After all, Jessica was a princess of Aswil.

Jada stepped out of her room, arching an eyebrow at the unfolding scene. She felt thrilled. She had been contemplating how to eliminate Susan from the equation, and Susan had foolishly provoked Princess Jessica! This princess was notorious for her vengeful and ruthless nature!

But why on earth was Madisyn still sticking around with Susan? “I advise you not to do this,” Madisyn said.

“And who are you?” Jessica shot her a dismissive glance, gesturing for the bodyguards to escort Susan away.

Madisyn pressed on, “Do you know who she is? She’s Jada’s older sister. Surely you’ve heard of Jada Riggs, the acclaimed perfumer from Lorpond! If you dare treat my friend this way, Jada won’t take it lightly!”

Jessica’s brow furrowed in irritation. Before coming here, she had done her homework on the potential winners, and Jada’s name had been on the list. She turned to face the crowd, her gaze locking onto Jada. “Are you Jada Riggs?” she asked icily. “I intend to take your sister away. What are you going to do about it?”

The eyes of the onlookers were fixed on Jada. A cold sweat broke out on her brow as Jada found herself in a difficult position. Everyone was well aware of her relationship with Susan; if she stood idly by, she would undoubtedly be branded as cold and heartless.

But this was Princess Jessica! Jada had no desire to provoke this tyrannical woman. What in the world was Madisyn thinking? Didn’t she want to stop being Susan’s friend? Why was she suddenly stepping up for Susan now?

“Susan, I just heard Princess Jessica claim you drugged her. This is a competition; how could you stoop so low?” Jada wore her customary expression of feigned softness and helplessness. “I know you want to win, but you can’t resort to such underhanded tactics. She’s just an innocent contestant!”

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