Chapter 417 - The Winner Is… (1/2)

”I didn't expect her to be the champion. But at least, with such fine clothes and gold bracelets inherited from the Atmajaya Family, she should get a second or third prize,” Bima snorted.

Maria covered her mouth and laughed. ”Dad, I know you want Anya to win this competition, but you don't have the courage to hope for it. I see you're just trying to cheer yourself up,”

”She's just a kid. She doesn't have as much experience as other professional perfumeurs. She couldn't even level Keara in the spice round. Can she get consolation prizes?” Bima pretended not to care, but his eyes never left the TV screen.

”I'm sure Anya will win this competition, not just consolation prizes,” Maria was very confident in Anya. Although Anya didn't have as much experience as a professional perfumer and wasn't as good as Keara when it came to spices, Maria knew that Anya was very talented. Plus, she was Diana Hutama's daughter.

”Let's make a bet. I bet Anya will lose,” said Bima on purpose.

”I am sure Anya will win. Keara will lose,” said Maria.

”Keara will be in the top three ranks at least. During her disappearance, she has studied spices abroad. The Pratama family is also the master of spices. Keara has known spices since childhood. So, there will be no obstacle for her to enter the top three.”

”My daughter is still missing, but she took part in a perfume competition broadcasted on TV instead. I would never wish her to win,” Maria said. Though she can't deny that Keara had an advantage in this competition, she still didn't want Keara to be the winner of this competition.

”Me and Aiden have ordered several people to search for her. As long as Nadine is still alive, she will definitely be found soon,” Bima comforted.

”Nadine must be alive,” Maria said thoughtfully.

”Don't think too much about it. Just watch the competition. The third round will end soon,” Bima was also nervous when he found out that the competition was coming to an end.

At the same time, in Dartha's hospital room, Ivan was also watching the same broadcast on his cell phone. He didn't really care what his fiancée, Keara, would get. Nor did he care whether his mother's subordinate Amore would win the match.

He only cared about Anya.

In a different hospital room, Deny was also watching the broadcast.

He found out that Anya was participating in a perfume competition and asked one of the nurses to turn on the TV, even earlier than broadcast time, so that he could see his daughter.

He had too many problems lately.

Natali just got engaged, but people accuse her of sending people to kidnap Anya right at her engagement party.

As if it wasn't worse, Natali also revealed that Aiden and Anya had kidnapped her and ordered people to rape her.

Even though Natali had deleted the post on her social media and explained that she was just talking nonsense because she had an argument with Raka, Deny was still disappointed with her.

No matter what happened, Natali shouldn't have said such a thing, let alone bringing people's name in her rape case. It was tantamount to destroying her own reputation.

Did Natali not care about her pride as a woman?

In addition, Mona also went straight to Aiden's house to insult Diana and Anya.

Both his wife and daughter made his head dizzy. He could only lie in the hospital because of his deteriorating health, but his wife and daughter could not stay still and take good care of him.

But at least, Deny could rest in peace now...

He looked back at his other daughter who was standing confidently through the TV screen. It was his eldest daughter, Anya Tedjasukmana, the daughter he had neglected since childhood.

He regretted not giving attention and affection to her since childhood. Especially when he saw that some of the participants got pretty high scores in the second half, while Anya got very low scores. He felt it was part of his fault…

Time passed quickly and finally the bell rang. The third round had ended.

All participants were directed to the waiting room and the judges immediately went up on the stage to check the perfume made by the participants and assess them.

Anya wasn't worried at all until the third round ended. But as soon as the judges started to approach the perfume made by the participants, she felt her heartbeat accelerate.

Her small hands gripped the hem of her shirt tightly, making her dress look a little wrinkled.

Her eyes were staring at the judges, watching all of their expressions and gestures. She wished she had the power to know what they were thinking.

Each of the judges who smelled her homemade perfume, number 6 perfume, showed a surprised expression.