It was, in a way, a coincidence. She had only ever heard of Ronald by name, but she'd never had the slightest interest in his perfumes.
So even though Ronald was famous, she had never once bought one of his fragrances, let alone smelled them firsthand.
Only sometimes, when passing by others or attending some high-end gatherings, she would catch familiar scents lingering on wealthy ladies and socialites.
Those scents—were unmistakably hers. Her perfumes.
Scents she hadn't even released yet, and yet she smelled them on others.
Back then, Selina hadn't thought much of it. She hadn't been focused on perfumery, nor paid attention to the industry, so she chalked it up to coincidence.
But she hadn't expected—
Selina toyed with a bottle of Ronald's perfume, the corner of her lips curling into a faint smile.
"Logan, just wait. After this competition, everyone claiming that Country M's perfumes are inferior to Country Y's will shut their mouths."
