Arabella Vanderbilt coldly glanced at Angeline Copeland, then decided it was meaningless and withdrew her gaze, not planning to pay her any attention.
"Hey, Arabella Vanderbilt! You..."
"Miss Peggy, instead of meddling in my affairs, you might want to worry about yourself."
"What do I have to worry about! Compared to your newfound incompetence, I'm probably miles ahead of you! Arabella Vanderbilt, although you've been on top of me for more than three years, now... ha, the tables have turned..."
Arabella Vanderbilt pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and was about to turn to look at Angeline when the host took the stage.
"First of all, welcome to the distinguished few who have come to participate in this year's International Perfumery Competition, which we have chosen to host in the beautiful and romantic Provence... This time, the competition has been adjusted at the last minute to two rounds: the first round, the elimination round! The second round, the finals!"
