“Miss, as a perfumer, you should understand that while plagiarism is hard to define, being labeled a plagiarist can ruin your career. No company will hire you, and even if you start your brand, no one will trust it."

"Tell me, who do you accuse me of plagiarizing?" Lilah asked.

“How obstinate you are! These judges are seasoned professionals. Can they not recognize whose work you've copied?" Karol sneered.

"I believe you mean Windy, right?"

Lilah stepped forward calmly, the camera tracking her to the table.

"I understand the rules in perfumery, but do you realize you must verify with someone before branding them a plagiarist?"

She slapped her entry card on the table, revealing the name of the contestant. "Windy."

"So you are the famous Windy?" one of the judges exclaimed in awe, his admiration palpable as he gazed at Lilah, wishing to shake her hand.

Karol, standing nearby, felt a sudden shock, as if reality had just dealt her a heavy blow.

She remembered all the praises she had lavished upon Windy in Lilah's presence, and now, she was left feeling utterly embarrassed.

“What nonsense!" Karol spat out, unable to contain her frustration. "How can you prove that you're Windy?"

“Miss Morris, while the Morris Group is the sponsor of the perfume-making competition, you're making a fuss over nothing. Didn't you personally send out the invitations?" Lilah said.

The contestant's entry card, included in the invitation, was the very proof Lilah needed to confirm her identity as Windy.

Moreover, the proof Lilah presented had been handed to her by Karol herself.

"You still have room for improvement. Who knows what the future holds?

You've only faced one setback. Relax, don't take it too seriously." Lilah echoed the same consoling tone Karol had used with Cloudy earlier.

However, there was a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The audience erupted into excitement as Windy's true identity was revealed, their cheers echoing throughout the venue.

Meanwhile, Karol's mind went blank.

She had been so determined to win the competition, only to have Lilah steal the spotlight.

Though her fingers trembled with frustration, Karol knew she couldn't let such a minor setback tarnish her reputation.

"Yeah, I still have room to improve my skills."

Karol forced the words through clenched teeth, her frustration palpable.

She extended her hand to shake Lilah's, feigning a hug.