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Chapter 56: With Colton questioning Allison, the one who was most rattled wasnt the accused, but Melany.

She had never explicitly claimed to be Scarlet Snake, but over the years, she had allowed others to believe it.

Correct them? No one could prove otherwise, not when the real Scarlet Snake had vanished from the public eye long ago, rumored to be over sixty now, possibly dead.

Melany had quietly basked in the praise and the mystique attached to that name.

Colton, please… let it go, she whispered, her voice tight with anxiety.

In her mind, coming in third was good enough.

She hadnt aimed for the topshed played it safe.

After all, shed taken Scarlet Snakes formula, added her own tweaks, and used it to rake in accolades.

Only after double-checking the participant list, confirming Scarlet Snakes absence, had she dared to compete.

But now, Colton was relentless.

Let it go? No way.

Shes not walking away after stealing from you! A knot of fear tightened in Melanys chest as she watched the crowd, their curiosity stoked.

The air felt thick, like a storm about to break.

This couldnt come to light.

It couldnt! She had to act fast.

Please, everyone, this isnt what it seems… galnovℯℓs․com keeps you updated Her voice wavered as tears brimmed in her eyes, and she looked desperately around.

I gave Colton a similar perfume once, as a gift.

Maybe… maybe Allison happened to smell it.

Or perhaps she drew inspiration from it.

That would explain why our perfumes share certain similarities.

Her tone was careful, deliberately veiled.

She didnt directly accuse Allison of copying, but she planted the seed of doubt, hinting that Allison had copied her perfume to get inspiration.

Youve got to be kidding me! Rebeccas voice sliced through the tension, fiery and indignant.

Youre suggesting Allison copied your perfume? The audacity! Do you honestly believe the judges here cant tell the difference between an original and a stupid imitation? Rebeccas outburst drew more people in, eager to see what the fuss was about.

Several leaned forward, intrigued, to compare the two perfumes.

Before long, a few experts emerged from the crowd, nodding in agreement with Rebecca.

Its true.

There are some similarities in the base notes, but number five is leagues ahead.

The complexity… the depth is incomparable.

Number three, on the other hand, is… well, its quite basic.

Another chimed in, It could be a coincidence.

Similar base notes happen sometimes.

But theres no question, number five is far more sophisticated.

Their words couldve seemed diplomatic, but everyone knew better.

In an industry as meticulous as perfumery, two creations built on entirely different concepts shouldnt share such striking similarities.

Perfume number five was like an intriguing story with highs and lows, while number three, though pleasant, felt dull and unoriginal, as if its perfumer was hesitant to take risks.

It feels… like number three was… borrowing from number five.

Finally, someone voiced the unspoken thought lingering in the room.

Colton interjected, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Impossible.

Melanys style has been established for years.

Its Allison whos clearly doing the mimicking here and not very well, I might add.

His words were cold, cutting.

Its laughable how anyone can enter these contests these days.

Maybe when the lies catch up with them in court, they wont find it so amusing! Kellan retorted, his conviction unwavering.

Lies? If youre so confident number fives a fraud, wheres the proof? Because if not, I would be more than happy to assist Ms.

Clarke in taking this to court.

Lets see how you defend Melany and yourselves there.

The atmosphere turned cold.

A shiver of dread swept over the crowd, and all eyes flickered toward Colton.

Kellans company had a legal team with a reputation a terrifying one.

Their lawyers could crush their opponents with ruthless efficiency, leaving them bankrupt without batting an eye.

Allison, however, remained calm, her focus not on proving herself to Colton but on Melany.

Her gaze was steady, and a slight smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Earlier, Colton claimed you were Scarlet Snake.

You didnt say yes, and you didnt say no.

Now that the contest is over, with everyone watching, Ill ask you again, Melany are you Scarlet Snake? The room buzzed with anticipation, the crowd hanging on every word, waiting for Melanys response.

Melanys lips trembled, her composure crumbling as the weight of Allisons question pressed down on her.

She had avoided answering, but Allison was leaving her no escape now! Just as Melany stammered for an excuse, Colton stepped in front of her.

Of course she is! he declared, his voice firm.

Melanys just modest.

Shes used plenty of aliases in these competitions, unlike some people who shamelessly cling to their connections.

Rebecca laughed, her voice dripping with scorn as she retorted, You cant be serious! Allison is the real Scarlet Snake.

Some people should be more careful before they go around pretending to be someone they cant even measure up to! Her words dropped like a stone into the room, and everyone froze.

No one dared to breathe.

The silence loomed before them.

Who was the real Scarlet Snake? .

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