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    Lina’s words struck a match to Luka’s long-repressed anger.


    During his conversation with Waylon earlier, Luka had uncovered a bitter truth—Lina had deliberately reced Waylon with another model in a fashion show because of Waylon’s connection to him.


    Waylon, once a superstar, had severed ties with hispany. As a result, his social media ounts were reimed by thepany. Determined to carve his own path, Waylon refused to rely on the Johns family name or capitalize on his loyal fan base. Lina knew all too well about Waylon’s predicament and was clearly making things difficult for him.


    While Luka could endure Lina’s provocations when they were aimed at himself, seeing his nephew targeted was another matter entirely. The urge to defend Waylon surged through him. Just as he prepared to retort, Waylon intervened.


    “Uncle, it’s not worth the trouble.” Waylon’s voice cut through the tension, his striking features enhanced by a roguish charm. He tilted his head slightly, casting Lina a dismissive nce, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking smirk.


    “Miss Grey, you’re absolutely right—my schedule is packed. In fact, I’m preparing to walk for Timeless Elegance and Marcus’s show in just a couple of days.”


    Lina’s expression soured, and she opened her mouth to retort, but Waylon pressed on. “Miss Grey, it seems your next show is alsoing up soon, isn’t it?”


    His pointed tone was as sharp as his smile, a confident jab wrapped in practiced elegance.


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    “Timeless Elegance has been coborating with top modelstely. If the schedules don’t conflict, they can finish Timeless Elegance’s show before moving on to Orly Company’s. Unfortunately, I don’t share such luck. You know, thepany you keep speaks volumes. Surround yourself with people like Miss Grey, and… Well, you risk staining your reputation.”


    Each word struck its mark like a perfectly aimed arrow. The verbal blows Lina had dished out came back at her with ruthless precision.


    She stood there speechless, cheeks flushed with anger.


    Waylon, unfazed, turned to Luka, who appeared just as stunned. “Uncle, let’s head upstairs. I’ll have Dane look into the ownership of this office building, and we’ll just buy it outright.”


    Though stunned by Waylon’s sharp tongue, Luka quickly understood his intent. He agreed. “Good idea. Timeless Elegance originally upied the entire building, and buying it back will restore its rightful scale.”


    The n made perfect sense. With Johns Group and Homelight Enterprise backing him—and the mysterious designer breathing new life into Timeless Elegance—momentum was already on their side. The uing show promised significant returns, and reiming the building seemed not only feasible but inevitable. He was also tired of Lina’s constant interference.


    Across from them, Lina clenched her fists, her expression taut as Waylon casually mentioned buying the building. Her disdainful gaze shifted from Waylon to Luka.


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