Selina acted as if she hadn't seen Ronald's terrifying expression, her face calm.
"Yes," she said evenly.
"You still dare to admit it?!"
Selina knew Ronald had taken the bait. With a half-smile, she asked, "So Mr. Ronald believes this isn't my work?"
"Of course not!"
Ronald sneered. "Selina, I knew it—how could an amateur perfumer like you convince a hundred and twenty-five judges, even fooling me for a moment? Because you plagiarized—!"
Selina had plagiarized—Mr. Ronald himself had admitted it!
His smile twisted into something grotesque. "And you were clever, too. You didn't copy some nobody. You stole from the discarded drafts of the most famous perfumer alive! You thought, since those formulas were never published, no one would ever suspect you. But what you didn't know—" Ronald's voice rose with triumph— "is that I am the student of the very perfumer you copied!"
Wait. Wait a minute.
Everyone froze in shock.
What did Ronald just say?
