Chapter 945

Chapter 945:

“Ha, Miss Johns, don’t twist my words. I never said anything against amateur designers. I simply didn’t expect to see you here today.”

With Madisyn’s cutting retort, the murmurs around the room began to grow. A few designers who were aware of Evita’s connection to Marcus considered aligning themselves with her.

“I think Evita has a point. While there are certainly talented amateur designers, it’s clear that Madisyn and her friend can’t compare to professionals.”

“Evita was just being polite. Who knew they’d be so sensitive?”

“Exactly, they’re acting like Evita’s bullying them…”

As the whispers grew louder, the sentiment against Madisyn began to solidify.

“Miss Johns is here at my personal invitation. Does anyone have a problem with that? For today’s event, I can’t think of anyone more qualified to attend.”

The tension between the two sides escalated until a familiar voice broke through. Everyone turned to see Marcus and his assistant approaching Madisyn.

“Miss Johns, welcome.” Marcus’s deep voice echoed as he approached Madisyn, his warm hand extended.

Madisyn smiled graciously.

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“The pleasure is mine.” Their friendly interaction stunned the onlookers, leaving the designers momentarily speechless. It turned out that Madisyn had been invited personally by Marcus, but most of them had learned about the event through hearsay and had asked for invitations from his assistant.

What made Madisyn so special that Marcus would invite her personally? Even Evita was taken aback. Marcus had no idea Madisyn had saved him, so why was she invited?

Marcus, however, did not acknowledge Evita’s doubts or the murmurs of the crowd. He moved to the podium, his presence commanding attention.

“I know you are all outstanding designers with a style rooted in Lorpond’s culture. I’m delighted to see you all and look forward to tonight’s event, hoping everyone gains something valuable.”

With Marcus’s opening remarks, the event officially kicked off. Madisyn, observing from the corner as Marcus engaged with the crowd, turned to Luka and Vienna once the throng around him began to thin.

“Uncle, Vienna, shall we go over?”

“Alright.”

Before coming here, Luka had already carefully planned his words in the office, determined to convey the full value of Timeless Elegance’s brand to Marcus. Timeless Elegance already boasted unparalleled strength, and with meticulous preparation, Luka was confident that Marcus would be impressed. He even brought along actual garments for Marcus to admire.

As Marcus examined the pieces, his eyes, sharpened by years of experience, lit up with admiration.

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