?<strong>Chapter 949:</strong>


    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 circting.


    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 hadin 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.


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    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 nder my husband?” A crisp, resounding p 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’tnd on Luka but squarely on the seemingly innocent Evita.


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