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Isabella tilted her head. “What’s bothering you now?”
“Sweetheart, aren’t you even curious about why I was with Evita?” Andrew said, his voice laced with longing.
“Then explain. Why were you with her?”
“I went to the mall today…” Andrew began, recounting the day’s events with precision. By the time he finished, Isabella couldn’t help but marvel at his cunning approach. If she were in Evita’s shoes, she’d have wanted to crawl into a hole out of embarrassment. Her impression of Evita continued to nosedive.
“Ring, ring, ring…”
Their conversation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of Andrew’s phone. He glanced at it but showed no intention of picking up until Isabella nudged him.
“Answer it.”
Reluctantly, Andrew picked up.
A trembling, tearful voice came through the line. “Mr. Klein, are you satisfied with how I am now?” It was Evita.
Andrew’s voice dropped to an icy chill, as sharp and unrelenting as frost. “What do you mean?”
On the other end, Evita shivered but managed to reply, “I’m in the hospital.” Her tone was fragile, dripping with helplessness. Since Andrew clearly hadn’t known about her hospitalization, Evita made sure to tell him directly—she didn’t believe he’d stay so composed after hearing it.
“What do you want now?” Andrew’s voice was icy, devoid of any warmth.
Evita felt her chest tighten. “Mr. Klein, how can you watch me struggle like this?” she asked, her voice quivering, frustration evident.
Isabella, who had been quietly listening nearby, could no longer hold back. She leaned forward, snatched the phone from Andrew, and spoke firmly. “You need money, right? He’s already helped you get a job that can solve that problem. What more do you want?”
Evita scowled. “That job is completely unsuitable for me! Why would he go out of his way to make my life difficult?”
Isabella raised a brow, a hint of disbelief flickering across her face. Was Evita… proud? Was she implying that Andrew’s actions were some form of personal attention?
“You think he’s making your life difficult on purpose?” Isabella shot back. “Do you even realize how many people work tirelessly every day just to make ends meet? Do you want a job where you get paid for doing absolutely nothing? Is that it?”
Evita’s expression hardened. “Don’t twist my words,” she snapped. “I’m just saying the job isn’t right for me. And why are you so upset? I’m not like other women who sit around dreaming of easy handouts!”
Isabella shook her head, her patience running thin.
“Then maybe you should figure out how to solve your money problems on your own,” she said sharply before ending the call. She set the phone down, disgust evident on her face.
What baffled her most was why Marcus would bother to help someone like Evita in the first place.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Andrew said gently, stepping closer to her. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll handle her tomorrow, I promise.” There was a flicker of guilt in his expression.
Isabella ruffled Andrew’s hair playfully, a small smile curving her lips. “Someone like her isn’t worth getting upset over. Don’t waste your energy on her. Besides, she probably thinks all your actions are because you’re in love with her.”
Andrew sighed, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll listen to you,” he replied, though his tone carried a hint of hesitation.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Evita was seething. She clenched her fists, her mind racing with indignation. It was clear to her that Andrew’s lack of concern stemmed from Isabella’s presence. Why was Isabella so clingy? Evita thought bitterly.
Taking a deep breath, she reached for her phone and made another call. Moments later, she received a response that brought a sly smile to her lips.
The following day, Evita arrived at Marcus’s private hospital room. Inside, Marcus was leisurely reading a newspaper. As she entered, he folded it neatly and placed it on the table.
“You’re here. What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Mr. Vaughn,” Evita began, her tone measured, “last time, I managed to ease your condition, but that was purely by chance. I’m not confident I can do it again. However, I’ve brought someone who might be able to help. She’s an excellent physician.”
Marcus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Before he could respond, a woman in a pristine white coat stepped into the room. She gave him a polite nod.
“Alright,” Marcus said after a pause. “Let’s see what she can do.”
The woman wasted no time. From her medical kit, she carefully removed a set of medical tools and began performing treatment with practiced precision. Once the treatment was complete, she handed Marcus some medicine.
Marcus took the medicine. Almost immediately, a sense of relief spread through his body. While it didn’t feel as good as the previous time, the improvement was unmistakable. After months of failed treatments, even a small step forward felt like a victory.
“Impressive,” Marcus said, his voice tinged with genuine appreciation. Then, he turned to Evita. “Thank you, Miss Gordon. You’ve been very thoughtful.”
Evita offered a warm smile. “Mr. Vaughn, you’re the fashion icon I admire most. Seeing you in discomfort makes me anxious—I wish only for your swift recovery.”
Marcus’s expression softened, and he nodded. “You possess both talent and a kind heart, Miss Gordon.”
“A bright future undoubtedly awaits you.”
Evita’s eyes flickered briefly with a calculating glint. She glanced at the woman in the white coat, silently signaling her. Without a word, the woman packed up her tools and exited the room, leaving them alone.
Once the door clicked shut, Evita stepped closer. “Mr. Vaughn, you once mentioned that if I could alleviate your condition, you’d grant me a request. Do you still remember it?”
Marcus tilted his head slightly, intrigued. “That’s correct. You’ve earned it. What is it you want?”
Evita’s smile widened. “Then I’d like you to collaborate with Global Entertainment on their upcoming project.”
Marcus blinked, surprised. He hadn’t anticipated such a bold request. His visit to Lorpond was already making waves, and a partnership with Global Entertainment would undoubtedly spark international attention. Evita had talent, no doubt. However, compared to Marcus, her achievements were still relatively small. He knew she was ambitious, but this request was a leap.
After a pause, he said carefully, “Miss Gordon, I must admit, I wasn’t expecting this. Could you perhaps consider another request? If you need financial support or even my professional guidance, I’d be happy to help.”
But Evita shook her head firmly. “Mr. Vaughn, working with you has always been my ultimate goal. It’s not just my dream—it’s the dream of my entire company.”
“I hope you can consider it seriously.” Her resolve was unshakable. Unlike others like Isabella, who leaned on their privileged family backgrounds, she had built everything from scratch. She was entirely self-made. She needed this success—not just to rise in her field but to prove to Andrew that she hadn’t liked that post on Twitter just to gain his attention!
Marcus’s gaze lingered on her, thoughtful. Finally, he replied, “I’ll need some time to think it over.”
Evita hadn’t expected hesitation. She pressed her lips together, disappointment flashing in her eyes. Without another word, she turned and left the room.
At Edge Entertainment, Isabella had finally received the ready-made garment of her design draft. Upon laying eyes on the garment, even Isabella, who had been accustomed to luxury fashion, was momentarily stunned. The garment boasted incredible complexity, with each detail showcasing exceptional craftsmanship. It was difficult to envision just how stunning it would appear when worn.
For years, her uncle’s expertise had gone unrecognized—an oversight in the fashion industry. Without hesitation, Isabella called her uncle, lavishing him with compliments before delving into promotional tactics. In the past, Timeless Elegance had survived without an advertising budget, relying solely on a dedicated customer base. With new backing from Patton Group and Homelight Enterprise, they were poised to initiate an upscale marketing campaign.
“Uncle, choose models who bring depth to the campaign. Ensure the promotional shoots are arranged quickly,” Isabella said.
“I’ve got the perfect models in mind,” Luka responded.
It dawned on Isabella that Luka hadn’t pursued any significant promotions for years.
“Tell me when the shoot is scheduled. I’ll be there to supervise.”
“That would be fantastic. Thank you!” Luka’s appreciation was evident.
With the finances now secured, Luka wasted no time and secured two models. Both were top models from Lorpond.
Isabella, upon hearing the news, made her way to the photoshoot site. The models, who commanded over a million dollars in fees, radiated a remarkable presence.
Their presence was both authoritative and seemingly otherworldly. Isabella wholeheartedly approved of Luka’s selections. However, the session encountered an unforeseen issue.
“Apologies, but the garment is damaged,” the female model said as she emerged from the changing area, clutching a traditional garment with a torn seam.
Visibly distressed, Luka examined the garment intently, baffled by its sudden deterioration. They had used the best threads, which were meant to endure for years without fail.
Isabella eyed the garment, then fixed a stern gaze on the model. “What happened to the garment?”
“Just putting it on caused the seam to give way,” the model explained.
“Are you aware of the value of this garment? Shouldn’t you have handled it with more care?” Isabella’s voice was sharp.
The model’s expression soured. “Who would’ve guessed your garment was so delicate?”
Luka acted quickly to calm the tensions. “No worries. I’ll repair it. Let’s get another garment ready.”
Yet, the model’s frustration only intensified as she faced Isabella. “I need an explanation from you, right now.”
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