?<strong>Chapter 944:</strong>


    “Sierra, Timeless Elegance’stest collection is simply breathtaking. It perfectly represents the Lorpond culture I’ve been eager to connect with. I’m hosting another banquet and would love for you and Timeless Elegance’s representative to attend.”


    She confirmed the time, let Luka know, and epted the invitation.


    On the day of the banquet, Madisyn arrived with Luka and Vienna. The event gathered prestigious designers from all parts of Lorpond.


    Evita had arrived early and was standing at the heart of the banquet hall when she noticed Madisyn and herpanions. Her eyes immediately narrowed.


    At the salon gathering, it could have been a coincidence that Madisyn was there, but now she found herself wondering: why was Madisyn here again, this time with Luka and another woman? Evita quickly nced behind the trio, but no one else was in sight. Had Timeless Elegance’s designer not shown up after all?


    Evita felt a twinge of disappointment but quickly masked it,posing herself before making her way over to the trio.


    “Mr. Calderon, we meet again,” she said, forcing a smile as her gaze flicked from Luka to Madisyn and Vienna.


    “Today’s event is tailored specifically for designers. I didn’t expect that, besides managingpanies, Miss Johns and Ms. Hobbes are also fashion design enthusiasts. Well… I suppose it makes sense for you to attend.”


    Herst words seemed like a passing thought, but they were anything but idental. With a hint of calcted ease, she subtly reminded everyone of Madisyn’s and Vienna’s “amateur” status.


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    Timeless Elegance had been the talk of the towntely, especially with the release of their new collection, leaving many curious about the talent behind it. Some designers even dreamed of joining the brand. Seeing Luka apanied bypanions, many wanted to forge new connections. However, they were taken aback to find that he had not brought Timeless Elegance’s designers, but instead had brought along two amateurs.


    The crowd quickly sensed that Luka didn’t seem to value designers, and their interest in making connections with him began to fade. Before the event even began, Evita’s words had already put a distance between Luka and hispanions and the rest of the crowd.


    Madisyn’s gaze turned ice-cold as she met Evita’s so-called innocent expression, which couldn’t hide the malice beneath.


    “Passion is the greatest asset for any designer,” she said, her voice steady butced with unspoken resolve.


    “Many exceptional works featured in magazines are the first creations from up-anding designers. There are countless examples of this in the industry. Miss Gordon, it’s fine if your perspective is limited, but there’s no need to make it so obvious.”


    Her words were blunt.


    The surrounding designers, hesitant to be branded as having a “limited perspective,” paused in their initial decision to distance themselves from Luka and his group. Evita’s fake smile wavered, and her dislike for Madisyn grew stronger.


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