Chapter 577

Lucille glanced to the side and noticed Horace and William had already left. She smirked. In times of crisis, everyone went their own way, huh?

What a ridiculous family they were.

Horace and William had pampered Sabrina for so long. But now that disaster struck, they had just selfishly ignored her.

"Let's do a graphology," Lucille slowly said.

The crowd believed this was the most reliable method. Although handwriting could be easily copied, not everyone had the same writing habits or strokes.

"Heh, who knows if you tried to mimic Bree's handwriting," Ivy rebutted.

"Excuse me, old lady, even if Deer, the mystery master perfumer, were to mimic your daughter's handwriting, can't your daughter just write it out again? Why do you have so many excuses?" One of the crowd voiced their suspicions, saying, "Or perhaps you're chickening out because you're nervous?"

Ivy went silent.

After hesitating for a while, Sabrina agreed.

She and Lucille were required to handwrite a formula