Chapter 90
Chapter 90
Are you worthy?
Beau was shocked and subconsciously looked at Patrick as if to say, “Is your wife Francis Kim, indeed?”
Patrick pursed his lips, surprised by Juliette’s unexpected revelation.
As Beau recovered from the shock, he rose and approached the podium. The nearer he drew to Juliette, the sharper his memories of their interactions became.
On the night of the auction, he, as the representative of the Harrison family, pressured Juliette into selling him the sandalwood she had.
And just today, he had spoken to her with obvious disdain, practically calling her a fool.
Now, Beau felt like digging a hole and disappearing for a good ten years. Maybe when he returned, Juliette would have forgotten everything he’d done and said.
But he knew very well that Juliette needed his help at that moment.
If he walked away now, he might never be able to return.
He finally reached the stage.
Though the distance was short, each step felt like walking through a terrifying battlefield.
Fortunately, he had seen his fair share of big scenes.
Standing on the stage, he knew exactly what he needed to do next.
Beau said, “Let me introduce the person beside me. Her real name is Juliette Vaughn, and she is also the top perfumer of the Harrison family’s perfume company, Francis Kim.”
This formal introduction firmly confirmed Juliette’s identity.
Bianca’s face was full of shock.
Her hands, which were hanging by her sides, clenched into fists.
It took every ounce of strength to keep herself steady, preventing her legs from giving out beneath her.
Her head was spinning, like a thunderclap had just exploded in her head.
It took her a long while to calm down.
Bianca said, “Everyone knows Mr. Harrison and Mr. Clarke are close friends. And Ms. Francis Kim happens to be your family’s perfumer. Naturally, you would do anything for your best friend, even pulling someone random onstage and calling her Ms. Francis Kim.”
In other words, she was suggesting Juliette was a fraud.
The audience began murmuring in agreement.
Bianca continued, “If my sister were a genius perfumer, why wouldn’t she help develop the Vaughn family’s perfume
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company? Why would she sell her creations to the Harrison family instead? That makes no sense.”
She added, “Most importantly, none of us in the family even knew she had any talent for perfumery!”
Her last sentence was delivered firmly and convincingly.
Reporters immediately swarmed to the stage, thrusting microphones and cameras at Juliette.
“Mrs. Clarke, can you respond to your sister’s claims?”
The crowd surged forward, hungry for answers.
Or maybe they didn’t care about the truth at all. They just smelled a juicy headline.
Juliette responded calmly, “Since Bianca brought it up, I’ll clarify things for everyone. But before I explain, I’ll prove my identity first.”
Only by proving she was Francis would her words carry more weight.
People only trusted what a big name said. A nobody’s words were nothing.
Not long ago, when she accused Bianca of plagiarism as Juliette, people thought she was crazy.
But if Francis accused Bianca of plagiarism, her credibility would skyrocket, and no one would dare call her insane.
“Lights off, please,” Juliette requested.
The lighting crew immediately complied, and the large screen on the stage lit up. It displayed a series of emails.
“This is the first email I sent to Mr. Harrison four years ago. It contains the formula for the latest fragrance I developed,” she explained.
Then came emails from three years ago, two years ago, and one year ago. Almost one email per year, each contained a unique fragrance formula.
The emails also included Beau’s responses, which were filled with respect.
For example, his reply to the most recent email read: [Dear Francis, I’ve received your new formula and will personally oversee its development.]
Then after a while, Beau replied again: [Dear Francis, your new formula has received unanimous praise from our team and is now in production. I’d like to send you a gift on behalf of our company. May I have your address?]
Naturally, Juliette had never responded to that.
It was clear from his words how highly Beau regarded Francis.
Seeing these emails, Beau finally confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt. Juliette was Francis. After all, no one else could possess their private correspondence.
Overwhelmed with excitement, he stepped forward and grabbed Juliette’s hands tightly.
He exclaimed, “Francis! You’re my idol! Seeing you in person at the fragrance competition is a dream come true!”
He squeezed her hands so hard it hurt.
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Juliette struggled to pull her hands free. She was a bit overwhelmed by Beau’s enthusiasm.
Beside them, Bianca’s face drained of all color.
She thought. How could Juliette possibly be Francis?
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Desperate, she struck back first. “Juliette doesn’t care about the Vaughn family. She started developing perfumes over four years ago but sold them to the Harrison family instead of helping our family. She has completely betrayed our trust!”
Tears welled up in Bianca’s eyes as she started sobbing softly.
In an instant, Juliette was painted as a selfish person who cared only about her interests and not her family’s.
Juliette sneered.
At that moment, the stage lights came back on.
Mason hurried onto the stage, his face twisted with rage.
He snapped, “Juliette! You never contributed to our family’s company despite your talent. And now you’re using a fake identity to bully Bianca? We don’t need a daughter like you!”
Mason’s voice boomed with anger. Juliette fixed him with a sharp glare.
She retorted, “Look closely at the dates on the formulas I sent to the Harrison family’s company. They’re from months before you bought the perfume company for Bianca!
“You didn’t know I could create perfumes because I didn’t want you to know. Why? Because every time I did something well, you’d strip it away from me to protect her.”
She continued, “But it’s been over four years, and you have no idea. Doesn’t this also indicate that you all?”
“But I don’t need your concern! Because your concern for me is nothing but plunder!”
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She added, “When I sang and danced at school and outshone Bianca, she cried, and you told me to stop performing. “When I competed in chess and won, she cried again, and once more, you stripped me of my hobbies.
“When I played piano and made friends outside, she came home in tears, saying she wouldn’t play the piano anymore and that no one liked her. You forbade me from playing piano, barely let me leave the house, and disliked every friend I made.”
Juliette paused and continued, “Tell me, in that kind of environment, how could I ever dare let you know what I loved doing? “You’ve always taken everything from me just to make sure your adopted daughter could live comfortably in the Vaughn family. You stripped me of every joy and every piece of myself. Do you think you’re worthy of my help?”
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