Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 1013:

As Ailyn and Lina toured the facility, Waylon silently kicked himself for not stopping his uncle sooner. He believed in Timeless Elegance’s garments, but the company hadn’t held a major show in years.

If anything went wrong, generations of hard work from the Calderon family would be ruined by sheer impulsiveness—and that was something Waylon simply couldn’t accept.

Waylon paced anxiously across the office, while Luka sat upright on the sofa, exuding calm as he offered words of reassurance.

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. Since we’ve accepted the bet, just focus on the show.”

Waylon scratched his head, still worried.

“I understand, Uncle. I’ll do my best.”

Leaving Timeless Elegance, Waylon headed for Johns Group.

“Madisyn, what do we do now? Timeless Elegance is really going up against Orly Company. Uncle Luka and Marcus are both talented, but Lina’s poached so many designers over the years, and Ailyn is as cunning as they come. I’m genuinely worried.”

He laid out the entire situation, looking to Madisyn with hope, as if her clever mind could offer the miracle they needed.

Madisyn listened intently, then gave Waylon an unreadable look. “Wait, Waylon. Did you really go to Timeless Elegance to sign the contract with Uncle Luka?”

Waylon nodded earnestly. “Yeah, I did.”

Madisyn raised an eyebrow. “Did you even check out the outfits Uncle Luka’s showcasing this time?”

Waylon paused mid-thought. “I… I didn’t get the chance. The bet happened so suddenly, and I was too worried. I signed the contract and came straight here.”

A small smile of understanding crossed Madisyn’s face.

“What do you mean by that smile, Madisyn?” Waylon asked, puzzled by her reaction.

Madisyn replied, “Waylon, Uncle Luka isn’t the impulsive type. If he dared to accept the bet, then he must be absolutely confident that he can win.”

Waylon quickly blurted, “I trust Uncle Luka, but what if something unexpected happens?”

“There won’t be any ‘what ifs,'” Madisyn replied firmly.

She realized it was futile to argue further, so she simply pulled up the document Marcus had sent on her tablet. “See for yourself.”

She handed Waylon the tablet. Waylon snatched it up, scanned it briefly, and shot to his feet, eyes wide.

“Are these the garments Uncle Luka’s team and Marcus designed for the fashion show?”

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