?<strong>Chapter 979:</strong>


    L made her offer clear to Evita, saying, “You can stay in the guest room. Tomorrow, I’ll see if I can find a suitable job for you. Ansport is a big city; there must be positions Mr. Klein can’t control.”


    After making her decision, L left to find a fresh set of pajamas for Evita.


    On the sofa, Evita raised her head, watching L. The dim light cast deeper shadows across her contemtive face.


    “Here you go.” L returned and handed Evita a set of fresh pajamas and clothes. “I have some work to finish up. If you need anything, just give me a call,” she said.


    “Thank you.”


    L noticed Evita’s polite demeanor and chose not to say much. She could only hope that this experience would help Evita confront reality and choose a more stable, grounded life.


    The night slipped away, and L woke early, preparing for the day ahead.


    She packed the breakfast she had bought into a thermal box and snapped a photo to send to Evita, who was still in her room. “Rest today. I’ll do my best to help you find a job,” she wrote. Then she closed the door softly behind her and left the apartment.


    A short whileter, the guest room door creaked open, and Evita stepped out, her new outfit fitting perfectly, making her look stunning.


    Her eyes flicked over L’s text before she opened the thermal box and quickly ate the breakfast. Afterward, she picked up the phone and dialed.


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    “Yes, that’s right. You cane for the appraisal now,” she said into the phone.


    Evita had reached out to a second-hand goods trading site. She moved around L’s spacious living room, her steps slow and deliberate.


    L was a top model in Lorpond, and her home reflected that—the interior design was impable, with designer jewelry and bags that held substantial value.


    Since Andrew had banned her from working, even if L managed to secure a job for her, it wouldn’t be the morous life she longed for.


    The idea of living a life in the shadows, depending on L—someone she had once looked down upon—kept pulling Evita out of her dreams.


    She refused to ept such a fate. She was still young, and there was so much more she could achieve.


    Her father’s words echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder of what she had to do.


    He had promised that if she followed his path, the Gordon family could rise again.


    She had to get the token from Myles, rebuild the alliances they once had, and save her father. All that she had lost would be hers once more.


    Evita had made her decision. Now, all that remained was to gather enough money to rebuild her influential connections. She waited in silence for the second-hand goods appraisers to arrive.


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