Chapter 1592: Chapter 1592: Why should we sympathize with her?

Jacob Powell’s teeth were chattering: “No… it’s impossible…”

At this moment, Miss Powell’s face on stage turned ashen as she couldn’t control her increasingly twisted expression. The judges were also shocked. Judge Snare immediately pointed at the jury and shouted angrily: “Say it again, who is the champion?”

The representative of the judges said solemnly, “We unanimously agreed that Miss Cynthia is the champion. Please don’t get so upset, Judge Snare.”

“Miss Powell is Mandy! Why did you choose Cynthia? Did you all take Cynthia’s money?”

Hearing this, the deputy judges couldn’t help but sneer, “Judge Snare, what a ridiculous statement. Didn’t you all unanimously choose Miss Powell as well? Did you take her money?”

“Mr. Twilight chose Cynthia, and you said they are friends, so the selection is unfair. Now that we chose Cynthia too and you’re opposing it, isn’t it true that only if we choose Miss Powell, you’ll be satisfied? It seems like Judge Snare is the one who took Miss Powell’s money!”

Miss Powell’s face went pale in an instant.

At this point, the audience in the live broadcast room also realized belatedly that the six judges had been acting strangely from the beginning. They didn’t consult Mr. Twilight and the jury and went ahead to select the champion. Now when Mr. Twilight and the jurors unanimously choose Cynthia, they stand up and oppose the decision. Is it because they didn’t choose Miss Powell, they think they were bribed?

“Why do I feel like these judges have been bought by Miss Powell? There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people’s minds. Even if Miss Powell is truly outstanding, it doesn’t mean that everyone has to choose her. If it’s mandatory to choose her, what’s the point of this competition?”

The audience’s questioning voices came from their seats. Mr. Kamani subconsciously looked at Jacob Powell and waved his assistant over, “Get me some of Miss Cynthia’s perfume.”

Jacob Powell felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his voice filled with panic, “Mr. Kamani, what are you… Quinn…?”

Before he could finish, people around him started mocking, “Those six judges are so protective of Miss Powell, they must have been bought by her. Don’t you think she also bribed the judges in the previous two competitions to win the championship?”

At this moment, Miss Powell was biting her lips on stage, tears swirling in her eyes. The audience members, who were either relatives of the contestants or well-known perfumers and investors, didn’t care for her pretense of weakness and snorted disdainfully.

“No wonder they didn’t want Mr. Twilight to participate in the judges’ selection. It seems they had this planned.”

“Why is Miss Powell acting like the victim? Did she think that by bribing the judges, it would be justified? I can’t stand her pretentiousness!”

Jacob Powell heard the ridicule around him and suddenly became furious, roaring, “Shut up!”

The whispering noble ladies and young men were startled by the angry shout and, after a moment of hesitation, retorted defiantly, “What are you yelling about? Are we wrong?”

“She’s already crying! Can’t you show some sympathy?” Jacob Powell yelled hoarsely, distressed when he saw Quinn in tears. However, people continued to insult her!

Upon hearing Jacob’s words, they burst into laughter: “Why should we show sympathy to her?”

One of the girls stepped forward and retorted, “Cynthia is friends with Twilight, and you accused them of cheating. Yet the Powell family invited six judges for dinner and gifts, and now you’re playing the victims?”

“Now, twelve deputy judges and Twilight all think Cynthia’s perfume is better, yet Miss Powell is whining and crying. If she can’t take a loss, she should go home and not bother us here. This perfume competition is not just for her. Trying to get sympathy by crying, but we’re not her parents, and we won’t buy into it!”

Everyone present agreed to the girl’s words and turned their strange gazes to Jacob Powell.

Jacob Powell noticed the surrounding contemptuous and disdainful looks, and his heart turned cold. He hurriedly explained to Mr. Kamani, “I’m sorry, Mr. Kamani, for making you witness such a farce. Actually, I… I know Cynthia, and her perfumery skills are not as good as Quinn’s, so I was just…”

Mr. Kamani listened to the girl’s words and thought the Powell family was unreasonable. He looked away coldly, “Mr. Powell, you may prefer Miss Powell’s perfume, but you should also allow others to like Miss Cynthia’s.”

Jacob Powell’s face turned pale, and he was speechless.

At this moment, the assistant walked over and handed over a thumb-sized bottle, “Mr. Kamani, this is Miss Cynthia’s work.”