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Isabella snapped back to the moment, sensing that something was off. With an apologetic smile, she excused herself. “I have something to attend to. Please excuse me.”
The designer, momentarily stunned, quickly nodded, “Of course, go ahead.”
Isabella made her way toward Evita.
“Isabella.”
Just as she reached the staircase, Vienna’s voice rang out from behind her. “I’ve bought the medicine for relieving drunkenness. Where are you off to?”
“Vienna…” Isabella began to explain, but before she could finish, a startled cry from Evita interrupted her.
Both Isabella and Vienna turned to see Evita. She was standing among a group of designers, her white gown marred by a large red wine stain on her shoulder. It was clear something unexpected had happened. Concerned voices surrounded her, asking if she was alright, while her designer friends offered to escort her to the lounge to change. Grateful for the attention, Evita smiled softly.
“I apologize for the public embarrassment. Thank you for offering to accompany me.”
Evita and her friends made their way to the second-floor lounge. Isabella turned back to Vienna. “I just had this feeling, like something was going to happen, so I wanted to check on Uncle.”
Vienna, who had been gone for a while, understood the concern in Isabella’s eyes. “I know, but I’m back now.”
Vienna smiled and prepared to give the medicine to Luka. Isabella nodded. “Then I won’t go up.”
“Alright.”
Vienna agreed before heading upstairs with the medicine. By then, the banquet was still underway, and Marcus was taking a break. The atmosphere in the banquet hall remained bright, with soft, mellow background music playing.
Suddenly, a woman’s scream echoed from the second-floor corridor, drawing everyone’s attention. The scream was followed by sounds of chaos, and Isabella’s ears caught someone mention Luka’s name.
Something was wrong! Isabella’s instincts kicked in. They all rushed toward the source of the noise and found Evita standing at the doorway, her gaze fixed inside the lounge. The scene within left everyone in shock.
Inside the lounge, a well-built woman lay disheveled, her eyes half-closed, hands bound tightly with a suit jacket. In front of her, Luka’s shirt and tie were disarrayed, his face flushed with the redness of intoxication, clearly on the verge of doing something inappropriate.
Gasp!
Eyes widened in disbelief at the scandal unfolding before them. The crowd buzzed with whispers, and rumors about Luka’s questionable private life suddenly began circulating.
Luka was rarely seen in public, and though many designers knew his name, they hadn’t interacted much with him. Gossip about his personal affairs had always been dismissed as mere hearsay—but now, witnessing this scene, they couldn’t help but believe it.
“Luka always seemed so respectable. Who knew he’d behave like this?”
“To openly cause such a scandal at Marcus’s banquet! He clearly has no regard for Marcus!”
“And his wife is here today too. Luka’s really something, cheating right in front of his wife!”
The crowd outside the door whispered, stepping aside as Vienna hurried over from the other end of the corridor, her brow furrowed in concern. All eyes were on her, eagerly awaiting her reaction.
Half an hour earlier, Vienna had helped Luka into the lounge. He had lain on the sofa as she mentioned buying medicine and told him to wait patiently. Luka nodded, but after she left, he began to feel something was wrong with his body. The growing heat and blurry vision made him realize he’d been drugged.
As he reached for his phone to contact Vienna, the lounge door swung open. A woman stepped in, pressing herself against him without a word. Luka struggled, fighting his desires. He managed to knock the woman unconscious and quickly tied her up with his jacket.
Just as he propped himself up, the door flew open, and a group of people appeared at the lounge door.
The scene before Luka swirled into a chaotic blur, with every finger pointing at him and hushed whispers filling the air. Among the murmurs and stares, a woman in white stood out, causing a ruckus. Yet, despite the confusion, Luka recognized the figure standing beside her—it was his wife.
“Vienna…” Luka murmured, his voice barely audible as he moved toward her.
But before he could take more than a single step, Evita’s sharp voice pierced through the tension.
“Oh my God, Mr. Calderon, this is Mr. Vaughn’s banquet. How could you do something so disgraceful? How could you betray your wife like this?”
“Shut up! How dare you slander my husband?” A crisp, resounding slap followed, echoing in the air as Vienna delivered her scolding. Her gaze, cold with disdain, fell on Evita. She refused to entertain the idea that Luka could be entangled with another woman.
The onlookers gasped, utterly shocked that even with damning evidence of Luka’s infidelity right in front of her, Vienna chose to defend him. To everyone’s surprise, her wrath didn’t land on Luka but squarely on the seemingly innocent Evita.
Evita reeled from the impact of Vienna’s slap. She clutched the stinging side of her face, her head snapping to the side as fury blazed in her eyes.
“Ms. Hobbes, I was defending you! How could you hit me?” Tears brimmed in Evita’s eyes. This wretched woman—if Vienna truly needed to strike someone, it should have been the woman inside—certainly not her—and definitely not with such force. Never in her life had she been humiliated like this, slapped in front of an audience!
The designers who had arrived with Evita immediately stepped forward, forming a protective circle around her.
“Ms. Hobbes, what does your husband’s affair have to do with Evita? You’ve gone too far!”
“Exactly! It’s not Evita’s fault your husband cheated. If you can’t control your man, don’t take it out on others!”
“Honestly, seeing Luka and Vienna together earlier, I thought they were deeply in love. Guess it was all fake. With Vienna’s sharp tongue and harsh demeanor, it’s no wonder Luka would stray…”
The crowd chimed in, their voices a cacophony of criticism aimed squarely at Vienna.
But Vienna ignored their judgments, pushing past the clamor as she approached Luka, checking his condition. Her eyes turned frosty. She realized the medicine she’d bought was now unnecessary.
“Vienna… I swear, I haven’t cheated on you,” Luka croaked weakly.
Vienna’s expression softened ever so slightly.
“I know. Let’s get you to the hospital.”
“Vienna, let me handle this.” Isabella stepped confidently to Vienna’s side, her sharp eyes instantly assessing her uncle’s condition.
“I’ve got some medical skills.”
“I can handle this without taking him to the hospital.”
Isabella’s steady, composed presence immediately soothed Vienna’s nerves. Though she had no idea when Isabella had acquired medical skills, the unwavering determination in her serious eyes was enough to earn Vienna’s trust.
“Alright, I’ll leave him to you, Isabella.”
Isabella nodded firmly, her eyes sweeping over the still-babbling Evita, radiating an icy disdain. This time, Evita had well and truly crossed the line. There was no doubt in Isabella’s mind that her uncle’s so-called cheating traced directly back to Evita’s scheming.
Oh, they would settle this score—just not here, not now, but soon enough!
Isabella stayed remarkably composed, her movements fluid and precise as her wrist turned, revealing a glint of silver—a needle slipping effortlessly between her fingers. Turning her back to the prying eyes of the crowd, she deftly inserted the needle into an acupoint on Luka’s hand.
With Luka safely entrusted to Isabella, Vienna’s focus shifted, and without a second thought, she strode toward the woman lounging on the sofa. Grabbing a glass of water, Vienna raised it high before tossing its contents straight into the woman’s face.
The woman’s eyes flew open with a startled scream, the shock of cold water jolting her.
“Who let you in here?” Vienna snapped, her grip tightening around the woman’s hair, forcing her to face the fury in her eyes.
The woman trembled under Vienna’s relentless stare, her complexion draining of color.
“What are you talking about? Luka invited me here.”
“Still lying?”
Vienna didn’t believe a single word. If the woman wouldn’t talk, she would make her.
Without hesitation, she slapped the woman hard, the sharp sound echoing in the room.
Her voice remained eerily calm. “One more chance. Tell the truth.”
The woman sobbed, shaking her head violently. “It was really Luka. I—“
Before she could finish, another slap landed with a sickening force on the other side of her face, leaving behind a vivid red handprint. Her hair tumbled over her face, and tears streamed down her cheeks, making her look utterly broken, a picture of complete misery.
The woman’s eyes flickered toward the lounge’s door, full of desperation as she silently pleaded for help. Outside, a few onlookers, disturbed by her pitiful state and worried that Vienna might lose control, moved forward to intervene.
“Ms. Hobbes, stop hitting her. It’s not just her fault.”
“Given Mr. Calderon’s nature, she’s not the only woman he’s been with. You should be teaching your husband a lesson, not her.”