?<strong>Chapter 930:</strong>


    Thinking of the scene she saw in the changing room, she was about to tell Evita about it. But when she raised her eyes and looked at Evita, she caught a glimpse of the probing look in Evita’s eyes, which instantly disappointed her.


    L stopped herself from speaking, and her gaze shifted to the distance as a realization struck her. Could it be that Evita hade to visit her today only for that matter?


    Evita was so eager to hear L’s response that she grew impatient when L suddenly stopped talking. “What’s wrong? Go on,” she urged.


    L’s silence stretched for a moment as she studied Evita’s reaction, which confirmed her suspicions. Evita hade to see her because of the trouble surrounding Timeless Elegance. L felt a little disappointed that Evita hadn’te to apologize and reconcile with her but hade for something else entirely.


    L remembered that in the past, whenever they met for a meal, Evita always had an agenda. It turned out this time was no different.


    With this realization, L looked at Evita, forcing a smile. She said softly, “I don’t know. Maybe it was just an ident.”


    When Evita heard L’s answer, she believed L hadn’t seen Frieda tampering with the clothes. She never thought L would deceive her, so she stood up from the sofa and said, “Alright, then. Since the shoot was interrupted, continue with your workout. I have other things to attend to, so I’ll leave now.”


    After saying this, Evita walked out the door, not even asking about L’s sprained ankle again.


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    L lowered her head, her gaze fixed on her ankle. Though the injury wasn’t severe and most of the swelling had gone down, a sharp, persistent pain still lingered.


    The assistant handed over a bottle of ointment meant for bruises, and L, without hesitation, applied it herself before resuming her training.


    It wasn’t long before the door creaked open, and another person stepped inside with a purposeful stride. The moment L’s eyesnded on Madisyn, she instantly grasped the reason behind her visit.


    Pausing mid-motion, L let out a soft chuckle. “Miss Johns, I’m just a model trying to work peacefully. If this is about something unrted to work, I don’t see why your personal visit is necessary.”


    Madisyn arched an eyebrow, quickly discerning that, regardless of what L might know, she had no intention of getting involved. It was an unmistakably firm refusal.


    Madisyn lingered, her gaze steady. “I want to know—did someone put this idea in your head? When I got out of the car, I saw Evita. I know you two are friends, but if this is because of her influence…”


    “Miss Johns,” L cut in smoothly, her tone calm but firm, “Evita and I are merely acquaintances. I’m just a nobody who wants to steer clear of any unnecessary drama.”


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