?<strong>Chapter 947:</strong>


    Yet, Evita had made repeated attempts to work with him, and for someone who had saved his life, Marcus made an exception to speak up for her.


    “Mr. Calderon, since they’ve acknowledged their mistake, let’s put this behind us. As the organizer of this banquet, I hope you all can let go of any grudges and not let this affect your mood.”


    Hearing Marcus’s words, Luka and hispanions exchanged nces before picking up thest three sses from the waiter. As Luka lifted his ss, Evita’s eyes gleamed, and a smile of gratitude curled her lips. She raised her own ss, finishing her drink with a quiet satisfaction.


    As the group departed, the other designers also mingled, sses in hand. Perhaps due to the excitement, Luka felt the alcohol start to take hold. Though he could usually handle his drinks, tonight, two sses left him feeling a surprising warmth spread through him.


    “Online, but seeing the finished pieces in person, I find they’re even more stunning and full of life. Mr. Calderon, you’ve led Timeless Elegance to create such remarkable garments, and we, as fellow designers, would like to raise a toast to your sess!”


    Each designer held up a ss of wine, their faces wearing apologetic smiles, all eyes on Luka and hispanions. Their shift in attitude was clear; they were merely trying to improve their image in front of Marcus.


    Luka, however, wasn’t one to be easily manipted, and he hesitated to lift a ss.


    Evita, standing across from him, bit her lip and stepped forward.


    “Mr. Calderon, the misunderstanding earlier was entirely my fault. I spoke without thinking.”


    “Mr. Vaughn is the designer I respect the most and my role model. Mr. Calderon, being appreciated by someone I admire, you are also a role model for me, someone I should respect. I hope you can overlook my mistake.” Evita’s sincerity outshone the others, her words thoughtful and full of grace. She turned her gaze from Luka to Marcus.


    Marcus had already decided to coborate with Timeless Elegance. Yet, Evita had made repeated attempts to work with him, and for someone who had saved his life, Marcus made an exception to speak up for her.


    “Mr. Calderon, since they’ve acknowledged their mistake, let’s put this behind us. As the organizer of this banquet, I hope you all can let go of any grudges and not let this affect your mood.”


    Hearing Marcus’s words, Luka and hispanions exchanged nces before picking up thest three sses from the waiter. As Luka lifted his ss, Evita’s eyes gleamed, and a smile of gratitude curled her lips. She raised her own ss, finishing her drink with quiet satisfaction.


    As the group departed, the other designers also mingled, sses in hand. Perhaps due to the excitement, Luka felt the alcohol start to take hold. Though he could usually handle his drinks, tonight, two sses left him feeling a surprising warmth spread through him.


    In the banquet hall, designers approached Madisyn, eager to make small talk. She navigated the social scene with practiced ease, yet her attention was stolen when she spotted Evita descending from the second floor. Madisyn paused, her brow furrowing slightly. Evita was maniptive and scheming, never passing up an opportunity towork—so why was she upstairs instead of mingling with others?


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