My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 308 There Must Be Something Fishy About the Competition

Victory is as good as mine!

Helga raised her chin confidently and took a step forward.

The staff had just opened the file pages. “First place-”

Helga took another step, already far away from the crowd. She could already imagine how the internet would

praise her for her talent and confidence.

“Let us congratulate Miss Freya Kaufmann.” The staff led the applause.

Helga stood four steps away from the crowd, listening to the scattered applause and whispered mockery behind

her.

“Oh my god, why did Helga step forward? Does she think she has already won? It’s so funny.”

“She has embarrassed herself this time. This is a live broadcast on the internet!”

The whispers of laughter continued, and Helga felt a chill run through her body. She turned her head abruptly and

looked at Freya.

Freya’s expression remained calm, no different from before.

How is this possible? How could someone like Freya, an outsider, get first place?! There must be something fishy!

Helga clenched her fists. Freya is the daughter of the Kaufmann family. She must have seen the theme in advance,

or…

Helga’s gaze fell on Brisa, who was standing next to Freya.

Or maybe it was this assistant by her side who made the perfume for her, like taking an exam for someone else!

Freya walked out of the crowd and politely asked the staff, “Can I choose a villa now?”

The staff smiled. “Of course.”

Freya didn’t think too much about it and chose the two villas she and Brisa had lived in before.

The luggage was already packed, and it would be troublesome to move again.

As the rankings were almost finished, when the staff called out number fifty-two, a seemingly timid girl stood up

with a hint of fear in her eyes.

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“Now that everyone knows their rankings and each other’s abilities, I hope you can make progress and learn from

each other during the next half month. The staff’s words sounded formal but also reasonable.

Only a few people paid attention to what the staff said. Everyone was still frightened by the elimination of half of

the contestants. Few had the confidence to make it until the end.

“I never thought Freya would get first place, and Helga only got second.”

“I still can’t believe Freya got first place. Say, why didn’t the production team reveal the perfume Freya made? I

heard that when she went to the ingredients warehouse today, she only took a piece of wood and some dried

flowers. How could she make perfume with those things?”

“Maybe Freya’s family is powerful and got the theme in advance. Is that possible?”

Everyone was puzzled, and their gaze toward Freya became even more strange.

Among the fifty-two remaining contestants, almost half of them had opinions about Freya, either disliking her or

not.

The perfumers who disliked Freya believed that she was just playing around and using other people’s futures to

make herself shine.

Those who didn’t dislike her even felt grateful that Freya had made this competition stand out, but they didn’t dare

to speak up too much. They thought it was better to mind their own business, and expressing too much favor

toward Freya would only invite ridicule from others.

Freya didn’t plan to stay on the beach for long. She took Brisa back to the villa they had stayed in before.

Just as they took a few steps, they were stopped.

Helga stood in front of Freya, a look of surprise and doubt on her face, trying to force at smile.

“Miss Kaufmann, what kind of perfume did you make today? Do you mind letting me take: whiff?”

Freya shook her head. “I didn’t make perfume.”

Helga frowned. “You didn’t make perfume in a perfume competition? Then, what did you

make?”

Freya took a deep breath. “Herbal sachets. It’s a tradition in our country.”

Herbal sachets?

Helga thought for a moment and asked, “Is it the kind of seasoning used for braised pork?”

Freya was taken aback for a moment, looking at Helga with incredulity. “Miss Zander, do you know nothing about

the traditional cultures in our country’s history? I’m talking about the kind of herbal sachets that can be lit!”

Helga felt a little embarrassed and coughed lightly. “Of course I do. I just didn’t think of it for a moment. But since

you made herbal sachets, how could it be better than perfume?”

Freya paused. “Why do you think perfume can be better than herbal sachets? Herbal sachets are made from pure

natural ingredients, much stronger than the essential oils used in your chemical formulas!”

Helga pursed her lips and saw that Freya was about to leave. She hurriedly took a step forward and reached out to

grab Freya’s wrist.

Brisa, who was standing beside them, quickly grabbed Helga’s hand and gently pulled her toward herself.

Although Brisa looked sweet, she had been in the Green Flamation forum for many years. and had taken on many

tasks. She had shed countless blood.

Her

eyes were icy cold, strongly contrasting with her innocent face.

“What are you trying to do?”

Helga widened her eyes, feeling that the hand holding her wrist was like steel, making it impossible for her to break

free.

“Freya, don’t you care that your assistant is attacking me in public?!”

“Attacking you in public?” Freya found it amusing.

“Freya, tell her to let me go. I’ll have you know there are live cameras here!”

“My assistant didn’t attack you in public. She only did it out of self-defense. So what if others are watching? Weren’t

you the one who caused trouble first?” Freya raised an eyebrow.

Helga gritted her teeth. “Fine, I won’t do anything now. Tell her to let me go!”

Freya nodded and looked at Helga calmly. “Miss Zander, can I trust your words this time?”

“I never break my word.” Helga clenched her teeth.

“Brisa, let her go,” Freya persuaded from the side.

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Brisa narrowed her eyes coldly. “No, I’ve never liked her. She’s always up to something!”

Freya sighed helplessly. “Let her go, and I’ll buy you another self-heating hot pot.”

Upon hearing their conversation, Helga couldn’t believe her ears.

What self-heating hot pot? Am I only worth a self-heating hot pot?! These two people must be humiliating me!

After thinking for a while, Brisa finally let go of Helga’s hand.

Helga cried out in pain and found a red mark on her wrist. She cursed Freya in her heart. Did she bring along an

assistant or a bodyguard? What a mad woman! How could a woman have such grip strength?

She had only intended to hold Freya back and prevent her from leaving, but Freya actually let her assistant take

action. She must be feeling guilty. Something fishy must be going on in the perfume competition!

Helga watched as the two figures walked away, filled with hatred and gritting her teeth.

But the camera drone was still hovering in the air, pointing in her and Freya’s direction.

Having no choice, she suppressed her hatred and put on a look of grievance, covering her wrist as she left.

Never mind. There’s still a long time left in the competition!

Today was only the first day, and she would have plenty of opportunities to expose Freya’s true colors in front of the

live audience!

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