Chapter 869

Chapter 869:

Madisyn took a bite, and her face immediately lit up.

His culinary skills, as always, were nothing short of spectacular.

“It’s amazing.”

The two of them made quick work of the meal, leaving barely anything behind.

Madisyn patted her full stomach.

“If you keep feeding me like this, I’m definitely going to gain weight.”

“You’re so slender; eating a little more will do you good,” Andrew chuckled softly.

Madisyn couldn’t help but smile at his flattery.

Even if she knew he was laying it on thick, his words warmed her heart.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Elaine, inviting her for a shopping trip the next day.

Without hesitation, Madisyn replied, agreeing to go.

As Evita’s drama faded from public memory, the spotlight shifted to someone else—Tatiana.

Initially, Andrew’s like on Twitter had amplified public opinion to a fever pitch, with everyone convinced that Maxine’s movie owed its success entirely to paid hype.

But when the truth about the like emerged, the backlash wasn’t limited to Evita—it landed squarely on Tatiana as well.

People speculated that only Tatiana would have the motive to deliberately sabotage Maxine.

Tatiana’s movie’s daily box office numbers had plummeted, barely scraping ten million, while Maxine’s had already soared past an astronomical ten billion!

It was an outright rout.

Tatiana crunched the investment and revenue figures, her heart sinking as she realized they were just barely breaking even.

After all their effort, they hadn’t turned a single coin of profit!

Furious and on the brink of losing her composure, she slammed a hand on her desk.

Just then, her assistant burst in.

“Good news, Miss Fernandez, good news!”

Tatiana shot him a glare, her mood darker than a storm cloud.

“What good news could you possibly have right now?” Her assistant, unfazed by her sharp tone, quickly stammered, “Mr. Marcus… Mr. Marcus Vaughn has arrived in Lorpond!”

Tatiana’s expression soured further.

“Who’s that? Never heard of him.”

The assistant froze for a moment, at a loss.

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