Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 492 - 491: It’s Not You 3

"Really?" Bill’s face lit up with joy.

"Your sister can read fortunes, of course, she wouldn’t lie to you." Tiana Thorne smiled again, her eyes twinkling with vitality.

Maxim Ford and Julian Ford looked at her, both with indulgent smiles on their faces.

The older brother was gentle and refined, while the second brother had a charming mischief about him.

The remarks in their conversation caught everyone off guard, almost making them forget that Tiana Thorne was also a fortune-telling master.

Could her doubt about Margarett Vance really mean there was an issue?

Tiana Thorne didn’t want to waste more time, she shifted her gaze from Bill back to Margarett Vance, raised her lovely eyebrows slightly, and rephrased, "Since Miss Vance is so principled, I certainly won’t be the villain."

Margarett Vance, bothered by the child’s harmless words, did not respond.

"Let me put it another way. I want to ask, Miss Vance, do you think anyone in this world could create a fragrance identical to this perfume?" After speaking, Tiana Thorne pointed to the exquisite box in Julian Ford’s hand.

Sherman Linden was startled and blurted out, "How is that possible?"

Another person also expressed shock, saying, "Indeed, the scent of this perfume is too unique. No one could recreate it, unless the same person made it."

Margarett Vance thought for a moment and laughed, "I’m not boasting, but certainly no one else could recreate it."

This was the moment she was waiting for. Tiana slightly bent her lips, her smile enchanting, "What if I say, I can?"

Everyone: "...???!"

How... is that possible?

The entire venue fell silent again.

Margarett Vance frowned at her, her eyes filled with distrust, "You...?"

"If you can recreate another bottle of this perfume, I’ll apologize to you publicly on social media. However, since Miss Vance keeps insisting on principles, I won’t force you. If I can recreate it, it would prove this isn’t a unique fragrance."

Margarett Vance felt a sudden panic at the firmness in her voice.

She couldn’t recreate it...

Because the perfume was not really made by her...

If Tiana Thorne could create it, then what was the relationship between her and Mandy Sterling?

Seeing Margarett Vance remain silent, everyone else began thinking deeply.

Could Tiana Thorne really create such a unique perfume? If she could, and Margarett Vance refused to recreate another one, and then Tiana managed to produce a duplicate, it would only prove the perfume was not one of a kind.

If so, Margarett Vance’s standing in the world of fragrance would be downgraded a notch.

Tiana Thorne smiled again, her voice humble, almost gentle, "You don’t have to rush, take your time to think it over."

Margarett Vance finally lost the composure she had earlier, glaring coldly at her, "Tiana Thorne, you say you can make it, but how? And how can you be so sure you can create it? As far as I know, you’re just an actress. How could you understand fragrance making?"

Her intense emotions seemed, to everyone else, to lend more and more credibility to Tiana Thorne.

Could it be that "None But You" was not crafted by Margarett Vance at all?

"I can make it because this scent was originally crafted by my junior apprentice. I’m her senior, a direct disciple of the master. This fragrance was taught to me by the master, and I taught it to my junior. How difficult could it be for me to recreate?"

Oh my!!!

Everyone was once again shocked.

There had been countless emotional ups and downs, yet this was the truly thrilling revelation...

She articulated it so clearly.

"None But You" was crafted by Tiana Thorne’s junior apprentice, which means Margarett Vance stole her work...

This revelation was explosive!

And the fragrance creation skills were passed down from Tiana Thorne to her junior apprentice.

Throughout the evening, Margarett Vance maintained a graceful composure, but at that moment, her beautiful face turned pale, her eyes evasive, feeling her heart beat fiercely.

She didn’t want Maxim Ford to know the truth, instinctively looking at him, wanting to gauge his reaction.

However, upon glancing up, she was met with the coldness in his eyes, devoid of any warmth, more indifferent than before.

Finally, she panicked, glaring at Tiana Thorne, she exclaimed furiously, "Tiana Thorne, you slander me without evidence! What junior apprentice, what master, are all lies you’ve fabricated to defame me!"

In contrast, Tiana Thorne remained very composed, her expression unchanged, smiling faintly, her orange-red lips incredibly vibrant at that moment.

She reached out, tossing a strand of hair from her forehead back, her smile faint, underlaid by a layer of icy frost, and asked her, word by word, "Haven’t you... already forgotten about your dear friend Mandy Sterling?"

Boom—

Margarett Vance shuddered violently, her face turning blue.

The guests also felt their hearts tighten.

At this moment, Sherman Linden’s face also turned slowly white, still unwilling to believe that the person he admired for six years was a despicable thief of others’ achievements.

His body lightly swaying, his apprentice quickly stepped forward to support him, "Teacher."

Sherman Linden’s scattered eyes flickered, yet he saw nothing, he asked excitedly, "Miss Tiana, do you mean ’None But You’ was crafted by Mandy Sterling?"

"Yes."

Margarett Vance stood motionless, her mind filled with the image of Mandy Sterling’s slightly pale, yet always smiling face...

"Why haven’t I heard of this person?" Sherman Linden asked again.

Tiana Thorne was nonchalant, softly explaining, "It’s normal not to have heard. Mandy Sterling and Margarett Vance were classmates, even desk mates, and best friends. Anyone here can check their phones for the top student from Banyria High School, the girl ranked first, that’s Mandy Sterling."

Many people instinctively took out their phones to check on this girl.

And indeed, they found out that she was the highest-scoring valedictorian in Banyria’s history. As they looked into which university she attended, they discovered she hadn’t gone to college. Such an outstanding girl had no trace of life tracks.

"Tiana Thorne, shut up! This was clearly the perfume I made, why are you bullying me like this?"

Tiana Thorne completely ignored her, her beautiful eyes scanning the crowd, "My little junior Mandy Sterling created this perfume. It’s just a pity... she passed away from leukemia the year Margarett Vance became famous."

Some girls’ eyes became misty with tears, suddenly feeling sorry for this seemingly sweet girl.

Seeing everyone’s mood turn to sadness, believing they firmly trusted her, Margarett Vance angrily said again, "Tiana Thorne, you’re using a dead person to frame me, just because the dead cannot confront, you think you can act with impunity?"

"The dead?" Tiana Thorne’s eyes turned icy, the warmth in her smile vanished, her look filled with hostility.