?<strong>Chapter 956:</strong>


    The guests on the second floor, upon hearing Marcus’s decision, wisely began to disperse. Near the lounge entrance, several designers who had once been friendly with Evita now avoided her gaze, their expressions marked by unease. They quietly distanced themselves from her.


    Standing in front of Evita was Marcus’s assistant, and behind her loomed the imposing figure of Vienna.


    For the first time that evening, Evita felt a genuine flicker of fear. Half an hourter, Marcus and Luka officially sealed their coboration agreement. Meanwhile, Evita was escorted out by Marcus’s assistant.


    The night wind was biting,pelling passersby to bundle up in their coats. Evita, still draped in her wine-stained dress, appeared utterly disheveled—an image starkly contrasting the elegance and confidence she had exuded when she first arrived.


    Just a few steps away, the woman who had betrayed her was also thrown out by the assistant. The sight of her ignited Evita’s simmering anger into a full ze.


    “You shallow, backstabbing woman! If it weren’t for you, how could I have lost the coboration with Marcus?” For the first time, Evita’sposure shattered in public. She lunged forward, grabbing the woman’s clothes, her teeth clenched in fury as she demanded answers.


    The woman, her face still swollen from being hit, showed no sign of remorse. With a sharp shove, she pushed Evita away. Though once a proud socialite, Evita had been reduced to disgrace, and her strength was no match for the other woman’s. The force sent her tumbling to the ground.


    Towering over Evita, the woman sneered, her voiceced with mockery. “Yes, I’m shallow, but at least I know my limits. I don’t provoke people I can’t afford to cross. As for your so-called coboration with that master designer—if you truly had the talent, wouldn’t he have chosen you without you needing to sabotage others?”


    It was past nine in the evening, and guests were passing by the banquet entrance. Embarrassed to linger, the woman hurriedly left, covering her face.


    Evitay sprawled on the cold ground, her arms and ankles throbbing with pain. The faint hum of conversations drifted from the banquet hall. She didn’t need to eavesdrop to know she was the subject of their gossip.


    “Damn it!”


    Evita clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. One by one, the faces of those who had humiliated her shed in her mind: the betrayer, the assistant, Madisyn, Vienna…


    Taking a deep, steadying breath, she forced herself to her feet. She had sacrificed too much for the coboration with Marcus to let it slip away now. She wouldn’t let it end like this.


    Her eyes darkened with steely determination as she red at the brightly lit banquet hall. But before she could act, hotel staff approached, quietly but firmly urging her to leave.


    After the banquet ended, Madisyn and Luka exchanged their farewells. Not long after, a sleek Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of her. The familiar license te caught Madisyn off guard.


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