?<strong>Chapter 1014:</strong>


    Madisyn’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Yes. So, what do you think, Waylon?”


    Waylon, who had navigated the treacherous modeling world on his own, hade far, his skills now polished to a gleaming edge.


    One look was enough; his instincts told him Timeless Elegance’s fashion show would be nothing short of a triumph. Waylon had seen countless designs since he was young, and his eye for aesthetics was highly revered. Impressive work was hard toe by, but these designs had him hooked.


    A spark of excitement flickered across his face as he dropped back onto the sofa. Madisyn handed him a ss of water.


    “Not worried anymore, are you?”


    “Not worried at all.” Waylon met his sister’s steady gaze and, for a brief moment, recalled his earlier unease. Embarrassed, he took a slow sip of water.


    Madisyn was so thoroughly invested in the Timeless Elegance show that he had no doubt she would keep a close eye on every outfit destined for the runway. It perfectly exined her unshakable calm after hearing about the bet. Waylon had been too wound up, but thankfully, his sister was there.


    They hadn’t shared a proper face-to-face conversation in what felt like an eternity. Madisyn asked about his career, his life—catching up in that easy, familial way. When the clock struck five, the siblings exchanged warm goodbyes.


    The next day, Madisyn nned to go to Edge Entertainment, intent on checking the progress of Milly’s and the others’ model training.


    The practice room buzzed with focused energy—artists trained rigorously under a watchful instructor, their motivation evident in every stride and pose. Observing their efforts, Madisyn nodded approvingly, fully satisfied.


    Everything was unfolding smoothly when a news post from Orly Company appeared on a foreign social media tform. Ailyn had revised her designs, refusing to let Lorpond models wear her creations for the uing show.


    Instead, she leveraged her connections to bring in top-tier international supermodels and promoted both Orly Company and Global Entertainment on her personal social media. Ailyn’stest post featured a photograph with Lina and Tatiana.


    At first, Madisyn hadn’t given the photo much thought, but when her eyesnded on Ailyn, curiosity got the better of her, and she instinctively tapped to erge the photo.


    The global fashion icon, Ailyn Vettel, was known to Madisyn by reputation alone. They’d never crossed paths in person. Or so she thought. One nce at the woman in the picture and the memory came rushing back. Their previous encounter had been far from cordial.


    To her surprise, the opponent her uncle faced this time was none other than the woman who had gotten into a car ident with her.


    The assistant interrupted her reverie with a steaming cup of coffee, catching sight of the photo on Madisyn’s phone. “Miss Johns, I saw this too.”


    “Ailyn is partnering with Global Entertainment and Orly Company to host a show in Lorpond.”


    Madisyn casually engaged in conversation as she scrolled through thements on Ailyn’s promotional post. In thements section, numerous people inquired about the Orly brand, and those who got responses eagerly expressed their excitement for the uing show.


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