Chapter 958

Chapter 958:

The fashion show was still some time away, and both Timeless Elegance and Marcus were meticulously preparing for the event.

Madisyn had yet to reveal her identity as Sierra to Luka. She skillfully balanced her full-time job while quietly contributing design sketches to Timeless Elegance.

Her phone buzzed, displaying an incoming call. Noticing it was her brother Dane, Madisyn quickly answered.

“Madisyn, I’m tied up today. Could you take Susan to the hospital for her check-up?”

Madisyn didn’t hesitate.

“Of course, I can. I’ll go pick her up Susan in a bit”

“Thank you, Madisyn.”

Madisyn smiled. “It’s no trouble at all.”

After ending the call, she reached out to Susan, and the two arranged to meet before heading to the hospital together.

Meanwhile, in a VIP ward, Marcus’s son sat beside him, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief.

“So, after the banquet, you started collaborating with Timeless Elegance?”

Marcus nodded decisively.

“Yes. Evita’s character is unacceptable—I can’t work with someone like her. Timeless Elegance has thoroughly impressed me.”

As Marcus spoke of Evita, his expression hardened with lingering anger, though his son appeared slightly anxious.

“Father, today, Miss Gordon’s friend is supposed to meet with you… but now that you started collaborating with Timeless Elegance…”

Marcus knew what he was about to say and interrupted him firmly.

“I’ve long made peace with the possibility of not being cured. Partnering with Timeless Elegance is my final wish in life. Don’t try to stop me.”

His son felt a sharp pang of sadness. Unwilling to show vulnerability in front of his father, he decided to step outside to collect himself.

As he reached the door of the ward, he froze.

“Miss Gordon?”

He hadn’t expected Evita to show up at the hospital, especially after being unceremoniously thrown out of the banquet by his father. But the light in his eyes dimmed when he realized the doctor—Evita’s so-called friend—wasn’t with her.

Evita noticed the shift in his expression and smirked slightly.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Vaughn. I’m here to discuss your father’s condition,” she said with feigned politeness.

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