Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 559

Chapter 559: Arrogance Without Reason

Frank’s intention all along was to go first, to shock everyone with his brilliance.

So when Selina pushed the turn back to him, Frank didn’t hesitate. He arrogantly pulled out his formula, slapped it onto the judges’ table, and declared, "Judges, please take a look. I’m certain that my perfume is the true champion!"

Frank’s confidence naturally swayed some people.

To ensure fairness—and to satisfy the eager audience—the cameramen dutifully shifted their lenses to capture the formula.

The competition’s theme was floral, and Frank’s formula revolved around rose.

At first glance, though, the formula was unimpressive. The transition notes seemed ordinary, the supporting accords chosen without much thought.

The first thought flashing through many minds was: This formula... it doesn’t look extraordinary at all. How could it possibly have earned a 9.9 score?

Meanwhile, the judging panel fell into collective silence.

Frank mistook their quiet for awe. He gave a smug smile. "Miss Clark, I don’t think you even need to hand over your formula. The judges can already tell who the real champion is."

Selina only cast him a faint glance.

The judges, however, weren’t speechless because they were impressed. Quite the opposite—

They were stunned because it was too ordinary.

And more importantly, none of them had forgotten the perfume marked as Number Seven: a fragrance rich with wintersweet, its lingering plum blossom note fading into a floral accord wrapped in the sharp coolness of snow. It was unforgettable—like standing beneath a plum tree in the dead of winter.

And yet...

One judge frowned, suddenly recalling: Isn’t wintersweet originally from Country M?

After all, Country Y wasn’t the flower’s native land. Their people weren’t especially fond of its scent, and very few perfumes abroad were ever based on wintersweet. That same judge had thought, during evaluation, that this bottle must have come from a Country M perfumer. But seeing Frank’s confidence afterward, he’d doubted himself.

Now, looking at Frank’s formula...

This had nothing to do with the fragrance of Number Seven.

If anything... it looked closer to Number Twenty-Six.

"Say something already!" Frank snapped impatiently. He was already picturing the glory, the acclaim, the way everyone would circle around him once his championship was confirmed.

The more he imagined it, the less he could wait. He stepped forward sharply, scowling. "Why are you all standing there stunned? Announce it!"

The judges exchanged uneasy looks. If they spoke the plain truth, they risked offending Frank, his noble family, and even Ronald. But with things as they were...

Before the lead judge could gather his thoughts, Logan casually lifted his hand. Instantly, a cameraman swung the lens toward Frank’s formula, and a second later, Frank’s notes were broadcast across the massive screen.

Frank lifted his chin proudly.

But everyone else froze.

The hundred-member review panel remembered Number Seven vividly—it had been their unanimous high-score. And they all remembered its central note: wintersweet.

Yet here it was—

Frank’s formula showed no trace of wintersweet.

Confusion rippled through the hall.

Frank, oblivious, declared with utter confidence, "My perfume is built around rose as the main accord. Now, can we announce that I’m the champion?"

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