Frank's expression remained the same. He leaned in to smell the essential oil and slightly frowned before he scanned the formula. Then a faint smile appeared on his face. "It's a stupid trick!"
Although Frank's voice was soft, Nathaniel heard him and asked excitedly, "Mr. Moreau, does that mean you know how to adjust the formula?"
"Adjust it? No, there’s no need for that because this isn’t the formula." Frank waved and loosened his grip on the piece of paper, which dropped to the ground soon after.
"This isn’t the formula?" Not only Nathaniel but everyone around him was dumbfounded.
"That's impossible! We’ve tried many times, and the scents are similar but with a tiny difference. If this isn't the formula, how could the two smell so alike?" someone raised their doubts.
The staff knew Nathaniel had brought Frank here, but none knew his identity. Hence, what Frank said earlier made everyone doubt his abilities.
Frank just smiled contemptuously. "It's not because I said so." He did not even bother to give them an explanation; the way he spoke made him appear overconfident and arrogant.
"Mr. Hall, that's impossible. We've been testing it out
for days. Although we don't have a solid answer yet, we are sure that the difference lies in one of the ingredients used. Give us some more time, and we’ll be able to get the results soon."
Both sides insisted that their own opinions were correct, making Nathaniel stuck in a dilemma.
'Could it be that Frank made a mistake?'
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