Chapter 553

Chapter 553:

Jada was furious. Her status was similar to Jessica’s? What utter nonsense were these people spouting? Her mother was the rightful matriarch of the Riggs family!

Jada finally realized that Madisyn and Susan had never truly severed ties. They were still thick as thieves, and Madisyn’s earlier words had clearly been a calculated ploy to drag her into this tangled mess!

This deceitful woman had pretended to befriend her while secretly consorting with Susan. She was a master of duplicity, a treacherous, two-faced woman.

Jada’s gaze grew icy, a flicker of malice gleaming in her eyes, as she conveniently forgot her own past schemes against Madisyn.

Meanwhile, Madisyn and Susan had already retreated to their room to rest. After some time, Dane informed them that the waiter behind the drugging had been caught and handed over to the police. Justice had been served.

That day, Dane didn’t go home; instead, he stayed at the competition’s office. His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. Assuming it was Susan, he called out, “Come in.” But it was Jada who stepped in.

Dane’s expression was cold. “What do you want?”

Jada, draped in a flowing white gown that exuded elegance, sat gracefully across from him, her eyes soft and seemingly warm. “Hello, Mr. Johns. I’m Susan’s sister. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“We’re in the middle of a competition. Get to the point,” Dane said, his voice edged with impatience, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes.

“Mr. Johns, do you truly love my sister?” Jada asked, her wide eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her voice trembling with innocence.

Dane’s response was blunt and cold. “Get to the point.”

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His presence was as intimidating as ever, radiating an unapproachable air, making it clear he was as difficult to deal with as Andrew.

Jada knew she was walking a fine line. “I can tell you really care for my sister, but… are you aware she’s hiding something?” Jada said, deliberately keeping Dane guessing.

“Spare me the games. I don’t have time for this,” Dane snapped, his voice cold and dripping with disdain.

A wave of frustration washed over Jada. Once adored by everyone, she was now met with scorn at every turn. “Did my sister say something to you, Mr. Johns? Is that why you seem to despise me? Our relationship was actually quite good…”

“Leave,” Dane commanded, his tone sharp and final.

Jada’s expression faltered. She wanted to say more, but the icy, disdainful glare in his eyes stopped her cold. She knew that pressing the issue any further would only fuel his disdain, so she reluctantly conceded.

The moment the office door clicked shut behind her, the soft facade she wore slipped away, replaced by a steely resolve. This man was proving to be far more difficult than she’d anticipated. But if he refused to listen to her, then he’d better brace himself—soon enough, she’d ensure he was humiliated in front of everyone!

Jada left, humming contentedly, already anticipating the evening ahead.

As the day faded into dusk, Madisyn and Susan had dinner outside and soon received the list of finalists. Both Susan and Jada had made it to the finals.

The final round was scheduled to start at 7 PM, with all contestants assembled in the hall, while the audience began to fill the seats in the back. Madisyn settled into her seat, her phone buzzing to life with a message from Andrew.

“When does the competition end?”

She typed back, “Not sure yet; the final round is just starting.”

“Welcome to the national perfume-making competition finals! Our final round is about to begin. First, let me introduce our esteemed finalists…” The host’s voice resonated through the hall.

Madisyn tucked her phone away, shifting her attention to the stage.

Ten finalists stood poised. Their challenge was to identify the ingredients of a given perfume through the delicate art of smell. The more accurate their guesses, the higher their score. It would be a true testament to a perfumer’s prowess. The air buzzed with anticipation.

The ten contestants sat in a neat row, each having an identical bottle of perfume before them, with paper and pens neatly arranged at their fingertips. They had two hours to prove their skills.

As Susan prepared for her challenge, Jada occupied a seat right next to her.

Susan concentrated fiercely, her pen darting across the paper. Jada cast a quick glance over, unable to restrain her curiosity, and noted how swiftly Susan had filled her sheet. A smirk curled at her lips; this woman was almost comical. The perfume was a complex blend of over ten distinct ingredients, demanding a meticulous smell to discern each one. Yet, after only a few sniffs, Susan had already filled her paper with a flurry of notes. It was likely all nonsense.

Jada felt a surge of confidence, certain that the championship was destined for her.

The two hours slipped by in a swirl of anticipation and tension. When the time was up, the host moved before the contestants, collecting their papers and pens with practiced ease.

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