?<strong>Chapter 1017:</strong>


    Sunday arrived with wless weather, the sun beaming brightly. Madisyn, d in an elegant cream suit, stood poised by her car outside her parents’ vi, waiting for them to join her. The trio was set to attend the highly anticipated showdown between Timeless Elegance and Orly Company.


    The innovative fashion event, coupled with Marcus’s and Ailyn’s undeniable influence in the fashion world, drew great media attention. Tickets had be a raremodity—almost as sought after as the clothes on the runway.


    Securing prime seats with an uninterrupted view, Madisyn, ine, and Glenn found themselves seated next to Luka, Vienna, and Marcus, who had brought his son along. A few steps away sat Tatiana, Lina, and Ailyn.


    As the two groups caught sight of one another, an unspoken tension crackled in the air like an invisible standoff.


    The moment Ailyn’s gazended on Madisyn, her expression visibly shifted. “It’s you?”


    Madisyn, catching the movement of Ailyn’s lips, raised an amused eyebrow, entirely unfazed by the hostility. Ailyn’s face darkened as she turned sharply to Lina.


    “Do you know the woman in white?”


    Lina cast a fleeting nce at Madisyn before replying coolly, “She’s Luka’s niece. Waylon’s sister.”


    “So they’re all rted. No wonder they’re all so insufferable.” Ailyn’s frustration soon morphed into steely determination as she shot Lina a sharp look. “Make sure everyone backstage knows there’s no room for error. Not a single mistake.” Especially after discovering Madisyn’s identity, she couldn’t afford to tolerate a single w.


    The grudge from her previous sh with Madisyn would finally be avenged today through Timeless Elegance’s inevitable failure. Lina, fully aligned with Ailyn’s goals, nodded.


    “Don’t worry, Miss Vettel. Everything has been handled. Orly Company will take the crown this time.”


    As Lina spoke, she exchanged a nce with Tatiana. An almost imperceptible flicker of malice danced in their eyes. Backstage, the two brands had effectively divided the area into four distinct sections—one for men and one for women on each side.


    With a bit of time to spare before the show began, Madisyn decided to pay a quick visit to Waylon, Milly, and the other artists. Informing ine and the others, she gracefully made her way toward the backstage area.


    In a corner outside the dressing room, Milly was on a video call. On the screen was Howard’s gentle and handsome face, smiling at her.


    He still had to go to work that day, so he reassured Milly, “Even though I can’t be there, I’ll be right in front of the live stream when the show starts. Sweetheart, this is your first catwalk appearance. I definitely won’t miss it.”


    Howard’s words made Milly’s beautiful face light up. The corners of her lips curved into a sweet smile.


    They had been chatting for a while, but Milly didn’t forget the time. Though she wanted to talk to Howard more, she knew she had to end the video call and return to the dressing room. As soon as she turned around, however, her clear eyes were suddenly filled with alertness.


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