Chapter 1023

Chapter 1023:

Had Ailyn been open to communicating with Marcus, she would have realized that the missing element was the very local cultural essence Marcus had come to understand.

Ailyn had dismissed Lorpond. Even as she incorporated its elements into her designs, she never truly tried to understand them. What she missed wasn’t just the culture—it was a profound beauty that spoke to the soul. Her designs wore a shell of Lorpond elements, but the core remained rooted in Mafelen style. These mismatched elements couldn’t stir the hearts of the people of Lorpond.

At the show, everyone except Lina and her group was celebrating Timeless Elegance’s victory.

The host, equally moved, said, “I never imagined that when Timeless Elegance finally held a show, it would be one to remember for a lifetime. It was awe-inspiring.”

Media cameras captured every moment, some even streaming the event online. Viewers who hadn’t attended in person stumbled upon the stream and were equally impressed.

“Timeless Elegance truly lives up to its name. It was a visual feast,” one viewer commented.

“Art, pure art. I may never have the chance to wear it, but just watching was enough,” another added.

“Who would’ve thought? I always believed only international shows had beautiful clothes, but now, I’ve never felt prouder of our traditional styles—especially Timeless Elegance’s designs, blending tradition with modern life. I love them, and I want to buy them. Orly Company’s showing was disappointing, though.”

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“I can’t stand Orly Company. After all these years, they still don’t get it. How dare they compete with Timeless Elegance?”

Online discussions were buzzing, and at the venue, the host prepared to continue with the program. But Lina couldn’t stay any longer. She needed to find the deputy director to figure out what had gone wrong—this was a total disaster.

Lina stood up, ready to leave.

Just then, a beam of white light flashed across the venue, and everyone gasped in surprise. The screen displaying the scores shifted, revealing the face of a man.

The crowd collectively gasped, their faces twisted in confusion as they tried to make sense of what was happening.

“Who is that?”

“Beats me. He looks like he’s been through the wringer. Poor guy’s a mess.”

“What in the world is going on? This is strange…”

While the crowd was left in the dark, Luka and Vienna immediately recognized the man.

“Isn’t that the deputy director of the production department from Orly Company?”

The couple exchanged a glance. As soon as they identified him, the man began speaking, his voice booming from the large screen.

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