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Her heels clicked against the pavement as she approached the grand entrance.
However, when she arrived, she saw an old man lying on the floor.
She was so startled that she quickly ran to him.
She asked anxiously, “Sir, are you alright?”
The old man looked at her, clutching his chest and breathing heavily.
Isabella quickly assessed the situation and asked, “Do you have any medicine with you?”
As she spoke, she fumbled in his pockets and found a dosette box.
But when she pulled it out, her heart sank to find it empty.
The old man’s face was pale and strained.
Obviously, he was in severe pain.
Without hesitation, she pulled out her set of acupuncture needles and swiftly pricked them at key acupoints on his body.
The old man’s labored breaths became steadier, and his pain-wracked face gradually softened.
It was only then that Isabella breathed a sigh of relief.
She gently removed the needles, wiped them clean, and tucked them back into their case.
She stood up and looked around.
The fashion show had already started, so there were only a few people outside.
Calling a taxi would take time and could delay the treatment.
In the old man’s condition, every second mattered.
The nearest hospital was just around the corner, so it would be faster if she drove him there herself.
Isabella laid the old man flat on the floor.
After ensuring he was in a comfortable position, she said in a calm and soothing voice, “Sir, wait for me here. I’ll be right back.”
Then, she hurried back to the underground parking.
She didn’t notice that, a few minutes earlier, a car had pulled up at the side of the road.
When Evita got out of the taxi, she looked at the building in front of her, feeling a sharp pang of pain in her heart.
If everything had been fine with her family, her designs would have been proudly displayed in this place, her name mentioned in the same breath as some of the biggest names in fashion.
Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure tending to an old man out of the corner of her eye.
It was Isabella.
Isabella moved swiftly, tucking the needles away with practiced ease before heading straight for the underground parking lot.
Meanwhile, Evita, her brow furrowed in curiosity, approached the scene.
An elderly man lay slumped on the sidewalk, his face ashen, as though he had been struck by a sudden illness.
Evita gave him a fleeting glance, her initial instinct being to turn a blind eye and keep walking.
But then, out of nowhere, a business card slipped from the man’s pocket and fluttered to the ground.
Acting on impulse, Evita stooped to retrieve it, and the name printed on the card sent a jolt of shock through her.
He was…
Snapping out of her daze, Evita quickly returned the card to the man, flagged down a taxi, and hurriedly took him to the hospital.
By the time Isabella drove out of the underground parking lot and reached the roadside, she noticed that the elderly man had disappeared.
Her brows knitted together in thought before she concluded that someone kind-hearted must have stepped in and taken him to the hospital.
With a sense of relief washing over her, she turned her focus back to her destination and continued on to the fashion show.
The fashion show was a feast for the eyes, a kaleidoscope of elegance and creativity.
By the time Isabella finally tore herself away, night had already fallen.
Stepping through her front door, she was greeted by the mouthwatering aroma of home-cooked food wafting through the air.
To her surprise, Andrew had set the table with an array of delectable dishes.
“Sweetheart, when did you whip up all of this?” she asked, pleasantly astonished as she settled into her seat at the dining table.
“I started cooking the moment I got home.go ahead—try it and tell me what you think,” Andrew replied, a playful smile dancing in his eyes.
Isabella 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.
Isabella 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.
Isabella 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, Isabella 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.
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