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Yet, Tatiana refused to back down, relentlessly hiring online trolls to tarnish the reputation of Wandering World. The smear campaign persisted until John, the director, could no longer hold his silence and made a post on Twitter. “Who would’ve thought Lorpond’s sci-fi scene has grown this strong? Wandering World is a masterpiece worth watching again…

While watching Vienna’s receding figure, Isabella leaned a bit closer to Elaine and said softly, “I think Vienna cares about us.” “Yes. Your uncle and Vienna are good people. But I didn’t dare to face them because of the mistakes I made,” Elaine sighed sadly. Isabella said, “I don’t know what happened between you and…

Elaine stood quietly, listening to Vienna’s sharp words, before holding up the package. “This is for you. I saw you liked it.” Vienna looked at her, stunned, searching Elaine’s face for any sign of mockery or superiority, but found only genuine kindness and compassion. A heavy silence hung in the air between them. After a…

“I’ve seen it as well. It clarifies that Marcus isn’t exactly forming a partnership with them. He’s in Lorpond to work with local designers, looking to blend traditional craftsmanship into a fashion show. He might even consider retiring after this event,” Isabella explained. Marcus was indeed advancing in age. This upcoming show was significant for…

Marcus remained silent for a moment, internally torn. He had envisioned great potential in her, but their actual meeting shifted his expectations. Yet, her action in saving him held weight. “I’m Marcus Vaughn. You’ve done me a great favor, and I’m indebted to you. Please, let me know how I can repay you,” Marcus said….

“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.”…

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…

Evita, feeling the weight of their stares, burned with shame. How had her life come to this? Ever since being fired from Klein Group, she’d found no company willing to hire someone with that dismissal hanging over their head. The Klein Group’s influence loomed large over Ansport, and being cast out was practically a career…

“And I’ll keep showing you, no matter what it takes.” Isabella studied him quietly, the soft orange glow from the fireworks playing across his face, making him look even more graceful and captivating. In that moment, Isabella couldn’t help but feel deeply moved. “I love you too,” she whispered, her words soft, unsure how to…

It was only then that she called Andrew. “Sweetheart…” Andrew’s magnetic voice sounded from the other end of the line. “Do you miss me? Your timing is perfect. I’ve just finished a meeting.” Andrew obviously didn’t know what was going on online. “Yes, I miss you,” Isabella admitted openly. Then, she added, “But you’d better…