Chapter 943

Chapter 943:

She stood up, a mix of disbelief and frustration on her face. “Mr. Calderon, do you realize how many companies would do anything for this chance?”

Luka cut her off, his tone sharp. “Sorry, that’s not my concern.”

Without hesitation, he escorted her out. Stunned into silence, Evita stepped out of Timeless Elegance, her eyes narrowing as she looked back at the company’s sign. She seethed with anger. Luka’s stubbornness was maddening—just like Madisyn’s. Both were equally infuriating.

Evita stood there, her brow furrowed. No, she couldn’t let this opportunity to collaborate with Marcus slip away. In that moment, a new idea flashed through her mind, and the frustration in her eyes disappeared, giving way to a calculating sparkle. Marcus was someone who placed high value on brand image. Even if Timeless Elegance had potential, if Luka became involved in any scandals, Marcus would definitely not consider working with them. When that happened, her collaboration with Marcus would be guaranteed.

With this plan in mind, Evita regained her usual composure. She made her way down the steps and hailed a cab to leave. From that day forward, rumors about Timeless Elegance began circulating in the industry, with Luka’s name often brought up. However, Luka’s personal reputation wasn’t as stellar as that of Timeless Elegance itself.

A few days later, the rumors reached Madisyn, and she furrowed her brow, sensing that something was off.

“Sweetheart, what’s bothering you?”

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Andrew, stepping out of the bathroom, noticed Madisyn’s bad mood and peeked at her phone screen, which showed comments about Luka’s questionable private life.

“I’ll handle it.”

He didn’t say another word, preparing to deal with it, but Madisyn stopped him.

“My uncle is trustworthy, and his relationship with my aunt-in-law is solid. This bit of slander is likely from competitors who are out of options and have to use rumors to attack. If we overreact, it could make things worse. Let’s just watch it for now.”

“Alright, I’ll follow your lead.”

Andrew leaned over behind Madisyn, effortlessly covering her phone with his hand.

“It’s getting late. Since there’s nothing urgent, sweetheart, let’s go to bed.”

Madisyn’s ears turned pink at the implied suggestion in his voice.

Andrew noticed her reaction, and her red lips, slightly pursed in shyness, seemed like an unspoken invitation. His gaze grew intense as he tilted his head, pulling her closer and holding her tightly. His lips grazed her ear, warm and tender.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their shadows blended on the curtains. Madisyn felt a gentle pressure on her lower back, and with her strength slipping away, she fell into Andrew’s arms, being gently laid on the large bed.

The following morning, Madisyn got a message directly from Marcus.

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