My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Leah bit her lip. “I’ll take on the task tomorrow and repay you as soon as possible! Thank Miss Kaufmann.”

Freya looked at her and let out a faint sigh.

After discovering that Leah was Helga’s cousin, she asked Ink to investigate.

The relationship between Helga and Leah didn’t require much investigation. Ink had sent all the information about them in just five minutes.

In short, Leah came from a poor family, and Helga brought her into the perfumery industry.

So, Leah had always been under Helga’s control, and even before participating in the contest, she worked as an assistant for Helga’s brand.

Freya had smelled the fragrance Leah had made before. With her ability to recognize people through scent, she believed that Leah had great talent and imagination.

However, Leah’s timid appearance showed Helga had exploited and manipulated her for a long time.

Upon watching Leah’s departing figure, Freya furrowed her brows. If Leah desired to resist, she could lend a helping hand, but Freya could only look the other way if she lacked the courage to do so.

As lunchtime approached, Freya stood up and planned to go to the exchange center to get some ingredients to cook her meal.

She placed her phone in her pocket, thinking of delivering the completed fragrance to the organizing committee on her way.

However, as she reached the table, her brows furrowed. She had left the incense burner on top of the ingredients list, but now only the incense burner remained, and the list was missing.

Freya pursed her lips tightly. The last time anyone came to her room in the past two days was Leah just now.

As she thought back, Leah had been standing beside the table when she was talking.

Freya thought for a moment and ultimately didn’t say anything for now.

Luckily, the incense burner was still on the table. Freya got up and left the room, heading to the exchange center for ingredients. After returning, she cooked her meal.

Chapter #30 She’s Not in the Right State Today

Today was the deadline for submitting the work, so few people came out of the villa. Only after Freya finished her meal did people start coming out one by one with their finished. perfumes. They exchanged greetings with Freya in the living room. “Miss Kaufmann.”

asked, “Is it

bitterly and said. “I don’t even know if I

few more words, the woman

deadline was

to her room at three o’clock, took the incense burner out of the villa,

committee, she

her, she gave her a fierce glare and turned around

paid her no mind and walked toward the door with the incense burner.

and smirked, “Miss Kaufmann, you’ve spent three days on it this

tone made Freya furrow her

bothered to deal with Helga, so after delivering the incense burner to the organizing committee, she immediately returned to the

through these three days as if they were years, but now that the works had finally been submitted, there

as soon as Freya entered, she heard them

we had, I did my best.”

eliminated this time, I won’t

not necessarily get eliminated. What do you think, Leah?” A woman engaged in conversation turned

a single sofa, still looking timid and reserved.

all of you are very talented. You definitely

she spoke, she looked up and saw Freya entering. Suddenly, she nervously clenched her hands on

pale face and said

Kaufmann, you have also returned. Did you go to submit

atmosphere, she didn’t immediately leave but

been tough. Why don’t we have a small gathering tonight? I’ve earned some money from

gained agreement from the others.

you should join

we could get through those days and learn how to do

sincere expressions of those few people, all looking at

lot of coins yesterday, so I’ll take

case, I’ll handle the

the group raised his hand and laughed, “To be honest, before becoming a perfumer, my dream was

spoke, and laughter immediately filled the living room.

“Alright, wait for me. I’ll go back to my room and change clothes first. After tidying up, I’ll go exchange ingredients. Two of you can come with me. I’m afraid I won’t be able to carry everything