Chapter 399
Chapter 399:
Madonna, ever the drama queen, jumped in with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Come on, Bella! Moda Style’s clothes are super trendy! What’s there to be scared of? I think they’re fabulous p>
Bella sighed, explaining with a slight frown, “It’s because… I have allergic reactions whenever I wear their clothes p>
“Wait, what? A giant brand like Moda Style still has issues like that?” Madonna asked, sounding incredulous.
Cayson fell silent, his mind racing.
He remembered hearing something about Bella’s allergy before, and the online posts Bernice had made. But there seemed to be something more to it, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on yet.
The controversy surrounding Moda Style’s alleged clothing allergies exploded online, sparking a wildfire of debate.
While some scoffed at the claims, insisting they’d worn Moda Style for years without a single issue, others seized the moment to air their grievances. Critics, often those priced out of the brand, accused Moda Style of hiding behind its luxury label, alleging that their high prices masked cheap materials marketed to the gullible elite.
Despite the chatter, Moda Style’s response was curt and calculated.
In a public statement, they challenged skeptics: “Bring us evidence p>
Their message was clear—prove the allegations or stop fueling baseless rumors.
Neither Bella nor anyone else could produce evidence against Moda Style’s clothing, so the critics fell silent, and the controversy fizzled out without a dent in the brand’s polished reputation.
Meanwhile, upon learning that Bella needed a new change of outfit, Jaxson had gone straight to Moda Style, swiping Cayson’s gold card at the brand’s new boutique in the Harris Group’s upscale mall.
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Had he not been able to skip the line with such VIP access, he might have still been waiting there, arms folded in boredom, long after closing time.
He’d heard rumors that young women adored these designs, so he just assumed Bella would be one of them. Cayson’s voice was calm, almost indifferent. “Since Moda Style’s clothes don’t suit you p>
“Then hand them over to me! I’ll take them,” Madonna interrupted, her eyes lighting up as they darted to the Moda Style pieces in Jaxson’s hands.
Moda Style clothes! They were practically unattainable treasures, especially for someone like her, who had spent hours queuing up, only to walk away empty-handed because they sold out quicker than anyone could expect.
If Bella didn’t want them, Madonna saw no harm in claiming them—after all, they were friends, so it wasn’t exactly stealing.
Bella, however, wasn’t entirely ready to let go. Despite her feigned indifference, she secretly adored Moda Style. The brand’s designers were visionaries, crafting collections that were always on the cutting edge of fashion—bold, refined, and universally coveted.
For years, she had relied on friends studying abroad to secure exclusive pieces from foreign brands. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine Moda Style would become such a sensation, even internationally.
Ironically, while Moda Style now had global stores, their domestic collections were released earlier and priced more competitively—much like how foreign luxury brands used to dominate the scene.
True trendsetters craved exclusivity, knowing that wearing the newest designs first meant everything in the race for style supremacy.
For a brief moment, Bella had basked in pride, no longer needing to rely on favors to snag the latest trends. But her satisfaction soured when she discovered that Yelena—her rival—was the mastermind behind Moda Style’s iconic designs. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing she could never outshine Yelena’s growing influence.
Yet, Bella wasn’t one to admit defeat easily.
“But now I have nothing else to wear, so I suppose I’ll just have to settle for these…” She sighed theatrically, her tone laced with reluctant acceptance.
Madonna’s envy simmered beneath the surface, but she kept her feelings to herself.
Bella, now dressed to impress, escorted her back to the company with a calm, calculated demeanor.