?<strong>Chapter 937:</strong>


    However, ine’s suggestion sparked a flicker of inspiration in Luka’s eyes. His expression brightened as he turned to look at both ine and Madisyn. The mother and daughter’s shared beauty and poise made them a striking sight together—like a living masterpiece, crafted by fate itself.


    The more Luka thought about it, the more his idea seemed brilliant.


    “ine, Madisyn, I want to ask you for a favor.”


    “What kind of favor? Just tell us,” ine replied without hesitation, and Madisyn nodded her agreement.


    Luka exined, “For this shoot, I’d like to invite both of you to be the models.”


    “Us?” ine blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by the suggestion.


    “Luka, what are you saying? It’s alright for Madisyn, but how could I possibly model for Timeless Elegance’s promotional photos?”


    Madisyn, sitting beside ine, blinked at her mother’s words. Did ine really think she could outshine a supermodel?


    ine, though, was certain of it. She nced at Madisyn, who, with her elegance, grace, and perfect demeanor, embodied everything Timeless Elegance stood for. Her polished manners surpassed even the most professionally trained models.


    “There’s another model, right? Two people shooting together should be enough,” ine suggested.


    Luka shook his head.


    “Frieda and L are from the same supermodel agency. Now that Timeless Elegance has terminated the contract with Frieda, the agency insists the other model must alsoe from theirpany. I refused.”


    ine fell silent, knowing Luka well. He approached everything rted to Timeless Elegance with utmost seriousness, and such demands from the agency would never sway him.


    Madisyn, keenly observing the exchange, noticed the hopeful look Luka cast her way, silently asking her to convince ine.


    Madisyn could see her mother wanted to help Luka, but she feared she might not be able to pull off the promotional shoot. In Madisyn’s eyes, her mother’s hesitation was more aboutck of confidence than capability.


    Madisyn gently took ine’s arm.


    “Mom, I think Uncle’s idea is a good one.”


    ine turned to face her, eyes wide.


    Madisyn smiled reassuringly.


    “Mom, you want Timeless Elegance to seed more than anyone. If you do this shoot, you’ll show off the clothes better than anyone else could. Besides, you’re the leadingdy of the Johns family, Uncle’s sister, and my mom. You’re the best. Not being a model is simply because you’ve never needed to be one—not because you can’t.”


    .


    .


    .