?<strong>Chapter 954:</strong>


    The crowd struggled to digest the usation. Evita’s friends, fellow designers, quickly came to her defense. “Ms. Hobbes, are you now using your position to intimidate Evita? This isn’t about her. If you attack her unjustly, we will reveal the events of today to the public, exposing the true colors of your family.”


    “The truth is in to see. We all witnessed Mr. Calderon and that woman together, alone in this room. Nobody coerced Mr. Calderon into that situation.”


    A smug look flickered across Evita’s face, as she was buoyed by their support. Evita had discreetly paid the woman in cash, promising to deliver the rest after everything had concluded, thus avoiding any traceable financial activities. She thought her n foolproof, shielding her from any potential exposure by Madisyn.


    Yet, swayed by Madisyn’s persuasive words, the woman had turned her back on her. Evita was determined not to let this betrayal slide unchallenged. She took her stand among her fellow designers, and defiance mixed with a sense of injustice was evident in her eyes. She raised her voice so that every attendee could hear her clearly.


    “I’m at a loss. I attended this event for a simple get-together, not to be ensnared in false usations. Did you use me because I walked in on something I wasn’t supposed to see between you and Mr. Calderon? To save yourself trouble with Ms. Hobbes, you threw me under the bus? I hardly know Mr. Calderon, so why would I seek to frame him?”


    As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, and she turned to look at the woman on the sofa, appearing as if she had been wronged by the entire world.


    Marcus, who stood next to Evita, listened to her distress and doubted the woman’s usations. Evita had once saved his life. She was kind-hearted, the type to help a sick elderly person on the street and take them to a hospital. It seemed out of character for her to plot against someone.


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    But the woman, confronted with Evita’s emotional plea, grabbed her phone resolutely. “You need proof? I’ll provide it.”


    She was relieved by her earlier caution. Originally, when she had agreed to help Evita, she thought she was merely setting up a lesser-known designer, not the boss of Timeless Elegance, backed by the Johns family. The offer from Evita was appealing, but it was not worth risking her life.


    The woman found the audio recording on her phone and yed it. Evita’s voice was clear. “Here’s 10,000 dors. I’ll give you the other 10,000 after this… okay…”


    “This… this voice really does sound like Evita’s.”


    “It seems authentic.”


    The assembly was now wary, their gazes shifting back to Evita. While they were still puzzled about her reasons for targeting Luka, they instinctively withdrew their support.


    Marcus, too, was taken aback. As he saw Evita’s desperate look, his heart sank. It was bing undeniable that she had orchestrated the scheme.


    “Evita, how will you exin this now?”


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