The Vice President of Arterwall wore a frigid look on his face: "Sorry, but we cannot present this award to you!"
At this moment, Juliana Vanderbilt's head was in complete disarray, which made her somewhat confused about what the interpreter beside her was saying!
After a long while, as that sentence finally drifted down, she came to a sudden realization.
"Not going to present it?!"
Because she was so astonished, her voice was uncontrollably shrill!
"Why not?"
Not only was her rightful championship gone, but they weren't even giving her the Runner-Up trophy?
"Why not?" Arterwall's voice squinted, looking at Juliana with disdain, "Don't you know why?"
"Why would I know?! My work is perfect. I already endured not winning the championship, and now even the Runner-Up is taken away at the last minute? Is this the standard for the award ceremony of the International Perfumery Competition?"
Anger filled her entire body; Juliana Vanderbilt was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
