?<strong>Chapter 1016:</strong>


    “What does that even mean? Two runways, one venue, the same audience, and when the music starts, both shows will kick off at the same time! Am I right, or am I right?”


    The assistant, phone in hand, buzzed with contagious energy as she scrolled through the promotional photos of both brands. Those around her added their two cents with lively opinions.


    “Every year, the shows look the same. But this? This is different—two brands shing live for the first time.”


    “Orly Company has always been used of imitating Timeless Elegance, and yet they’re still standing strong. Meanwhile, Timeless Elegance hasn’t held a show in years. Do they even have it in them to pull it off this time?”


    “I don’t know, but I hope Orly Company outshines them. I adore Ailyn’s design style, and there’s no way I’m missing her show this Sunday. Who’sing with me?”


    As Madisyn entered the office building, the faint hum of gossip filtered from the break room, where employees were deep in conversation about the impending sh between Timeless Elegance and Orly Company.


    It was clearly their break time, so she made no move to interrupt and had just begun to walk past when her assistant caught sight of her. “Good morning, Miss Johns.”


    The assistant’s earlier enthusiasm evaporated into sudden shyness.


    The others quickly took notice of Madisyn’s presence, and a respectful hush nketed the room as they offered quiet greetings.


    Madisyn, calm and unbothered, waved it off with an easy smile. “It’s break time—rx. Carry on.”


    With that, she continued on her way, and the collective sigh of relief from the employees was almost audible.


    Their boss had once appeared in a promotional video for Timeless Elegance, and although they didn’t know why, they assumed she wouldn’t want to hear them badmouthing it. They braced themselves for a reprimand, but Madisyn was gracious.


    Feeling slightly embarrassed, the employees quickly dropped the topic.


    Meanwhile, over at Orly Company, Lina sat in the CEO’s chair, exuding confidence as she reviewed the triumphant results of their promotional push. Whether it was Ailyn’s bold designs or the wless lineup of models, everything reinforced Lina’s sense of victory. To leave nothing to chance, she had evenmissioned a detailed report from a reputable bloggerparing the public sentiment surrounding Timeless Elegance and Orly Company. The results? Crystal clear—Orly Company held the public’s favor. Lina drummed her fingers on the desk rhythmically, an almost smug expression crossing her face. So what if Timeless Elegance had Marcus? Ailyn’s financial influence was leagues ahead of his.


    As far as Lina was concerned, Timeless Elegance might as well start packing up things to move now.


    Her pulse quickened with anticipation as she eagerly awaited the event that would decide it all.


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