?<strong>Chapter 932:</strong>


    As Timeless Elegance came under intense fire, Frieda and Lina shared a knowing look at the restaurant. Without a word, they lifted their wine sses in unspoken celebration.


    “The situation is entirely in our favor now. No one saw what you did. Here’s to the fall of Timeless Elegance.” The sharp clink of their sses rang out, perfectly timed with the ping of their phones. They both took a final sip of their wine, then set the sses down.


    The online bacsh against Timeless Elegance grew louder with every passing minute. Just as the storm seemed to reach its peak, a tweet from L caught everyone’s eye.


    “Everyone, check out L’s tweet. There’s a twist to the incident!”


    The buzz intensified asizens flocked to L’stest tweet, where she boldly stated, “Timeless Elegance’s clothing quality is excellent. If there’s any damage, it must have been caused by the wearer themselves.” With a single post, L had taken the situation to a whole new level.


    “As everyone knows, both Frieda and L were invited to shoot promotional photos for Timeless Elegance. But now, L’s words seem to suggest that Frieda tore the clothes herself and then ndered Timeless Elegance’s quality.”


    “The analysis above nails it! We’ve all been yed by Frieda!”


    The moment L’s tweet was sent, reactions exploded into a storm. Some were pleased, while others worried about the fallout. Among the outraged were those who had initially stood firmly behind Frieda. Public opinion shifted in a heartbeat, turning the tide against her.


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    “Frieda, how could you do this? We trusted you!”


    “Frieda, you owe us an exnation!”


    “So, this is the truth? Thank goodness L stepped in to expose it. Honestly, if Orly Company works with someone like Frieda, their brand isn’t that great either.”


    From that moment, Timeless Elegance’s reputation began wing its way back from the brink. Luka let out a long breath of relief. It seemed that Madisyn had managed to convince L to testify after all.


    Meanwhile, in her vi, ine’s face softened, the worry evaporating from her eyes. She had always believed Timeless Elegance was framed, and she trusted her brilliant daughter and brother to set things right.


    Online, the conversation grew louder and more prized as the truth began to unravel.


    Meanwhile, Frieda was sipping a ss of wine when her phone started buzzing relentlessly with private messages. At first, she assumed they were full of admiration and praise from her fans. But as she opened the floodgates, her triumphant smile dissolved into disbelief.


    “Miss Grey, didn’t you say L was in the dark about what I did? Then why did she say that?”


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