The deputy judge murmured, "Three years ago, when I first smelled Miss Powell's perfume, I was amazed, but the base notes were a bit strange, and the name didn't match. So that's why..."
Quinn Powell's face turned pale, her heart filled with fear as if she were being drowned by it. She bit her teeth and argued back, "You're talking nonsense! If I really stole your formula, why would I use these counterfeit versions? It's obvious you're trying to frame me, deliberately improving my perfume and then biting back at me!"
Everyone else was also confused. Quinn Powell was not a fool. If she were going to steal, why not steal a more perfect perfume formula instead of ones with flaws?
