Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 887:noveldrama

The person stumbled and fell to the ground in front of her.

It was Evita, struggling to push herself up while clutching her scraped arm.

She shot Madisyn a reproachful look and, in a pitiful tone, said, “Miss Johns, why didn’t you help me?”

“You nearly knocked me over, and you want me to help you? You’ve got some nerve!” Madisyn shot back, her words sharp as she brushed past Evita.

Evita watched as Madisyn and Andrew slipped into the car.

Her gaze remained fixed on the sleek luxury vehicle until it disappeared from view.

Only when the car was completely out of sight did Evita finally turn and make her way back inside the living room.

The chatter of the guests filled the air, but someone quickly noticed the scrape on Evita’s elbow and asked, “Miss Gordon, what happened to you?”

“I took a stroll in the garden and accidentally bumped into Miss Johns,” Evita replied softly.

“It seems Miss Johns holds some kind of grudge against me.”

Everyone in the room, being fashion designers themselves, eagerly sought to align with Evita, given her close ties with Marcus.

“Don’t let it bother you. She just sees you as competition, thinking everyone’s mad about Andrew. Andrew is unlucky to be stuck with such a girlfriend,” said Lina Grey, her voice dripping with disdain.

Lina, a renowned designer who had studied abroad, had earned her spot in the salon because of her background.

“Well, I won’t let it bother me,” Evita responded with a serene smile, her composure unshaken.

“I’ve seen your work, Evita. You’re so young, yet your designs are so sophisticated. One day, Madisyn might even beg to buy the clothes you create!” Lina’s laughter rang out, and a few others joined in with light chuckles.

Evita simply smiled, saying nothing.

Her eyes flickered toward Marcus. She caught a glimpse of his troubled expression and realized that his mood had soured, likely because of Madisyn.

The thought of Madisyn ever collaborating with Marcus seemed impossible.

“It’s getting late. Everyone should head home,” Marcus said, his voice firm.

Though it was only nine o’clock, and the original plan had been to stay until at least ten, his words carried weight.

The guests were surprised by the sudden change, but knowing better than to challenge Marcus, they began to make their farewells.

Evita had intended to invite Marcus to dinner, but before she could speak, Marcus interrupted.

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