?<strong>Chapter 934:</strong>


    Thements section brimmed with sympathy for Evita and scorn for L. Some even turned their ire toward Timeless Elegance, mocking the brand’s alleged maniption.


    In the fashion design director’s office at Global Entertainment, Evita smirked as she watched the tide of public opinion shift in her favor. Taking a screenshot of the discussions, she sent it to Lina.


    Lina, surprised by Evita’s swift maneuvering, couldn’t help but smile.


    For the first time, she felt her faith in Evita was well-ced.


    “Well done,” she texted back, silently acknowledging that Evita’s skill made her a valuable ally.


    Meanwhile, L stared at her phone in disbelief. She had never expected Evita to retaliate like this. She had already decided to stop being friends with Evita, but this betrayal cut deeper than she anticipated.


    In that moment, a cold, piercing chill seeped into L’s heart, leaving her shaken to the core.


    She searched for Evita’s number. She needed answers, and she wasn’t about to let this slide.


    The call connected, and L’s voice, sharp with anger, sliced through the line.


    “Evita, why are you ndering me? All these years, I’ve thought of you as my best friend!”


    On the other end, Evita’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with a cruel mix of mockery and vengeance.


    “Best friend? Ha! Who do you think you are? You’re nothing but a tag-along. Let’s be real—we’re not even in the same league. With your status, you’re not fit to breathe the same air as me!”


    And with that, Evita ended the call, leaving L clutching the phone as the dial tone hummed in her ears.


    Her gaze hardened, the absurdity of it all almost amusing. When the Calderon family was drowning in trouble and Evita had hit rock bottom, everyone had turned their backs on her—everyone except L. She had stood by Evita, offering support when no one else would.


    And yet, this was the gratitude she received.


    Fine. If that was how Evita wanted to y it, she’d better note running the next time she needed help.


    Shaking off the sting, L steadied herself, saved the recording of the call, and sent it to Madisyn.


    She had followed Madisyn’s instructions to the letter, but the situation was still a mess. Even so, she had faith in Madisyn; Timeless Elegance wouldn’t remain under a cloud of misunderstanding for long.


    True to form, just a few minutester, Timeless Elegance’s official social media ount posted an update.


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