<strong>Chapter 970:</strong>


    “Two hours,” Andrew said suddenly.


    “Hmm?” Madisyn tilted her head in confusion.


    Andrew continued, “I’ll be home to see you in two hours.” And with that, Andrew ended the call.


    Madisyn stared at the darkened screen, btedly realizing how intense his breathing had be.


    At his desk, Andrew’s long fingers tightened around his phone. He brought his free hand to his face, struggling to regain hisposure.


    He had often warned Madisyn not to tease him—not as a lighthearted remark, but as a sincere plea.


    Her every move, every smile, had the power to dismantle the walls of control he had carefully maintained.


    “Madisyn…”


    He murmured her name, the sound reverent, as though it were a treasured secret.


    Closing his eyes briefly, he exhaled, then reopened them with the sharp resolve of Klein Group’s CEO.


    “You have one hour to cklist Evita across the city,” hemanded his assistant, his tone brooking no argument.


    Meanwhile, Marcus officially announced his partnership with Timeless Elegance, a move that sent ripples through the industry. When the announcement broke, the news swiftly reached Tatiana.


    Evita had been whisked away by Lauren, her fate shrouded in mystery. Later, when Lauren’s assistant abandoned her near a hospital garbage bin, a group of nurses from the psychiatric department noticed her disheveled state and gently approached, asking if she needed assistance.


    Evita sank to the ground, her arms wrapped tightly around her head, her whole body trembling uncontrobly.


    The psychological torment inflicted by Lauren’s assistant had dragged Evita back into the depths of her worst fears, forcing her to relive them all over again. She was far from recovering.


    Even the mere mention of her own name made her body shudder instinctively.


    Evita couldn’t stop her mind from drifting back to her past life. Had the Gordon family not fallen from grace, she would still be the cherished youngdy, likely sketching elegant designs in the tranquility of a beautifullyndscaped garden she once called home.


    If the Gordon family hadn’t fallen into ruin…


    Evita often found herself wistfully imagining a life where the Gordon family had never lost its standing. But the whispers and judgmental stares of passersby quickly shattered her daydreams. She was no longer the prestigious youngdy of the Gordon family.


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