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    Everything happened in a sh, catching everyone off guard. Most people just froze, staring straight at the scene. Christina didn’t even see it—her back was turned. Everyone thought the bag would m into her. Instinctively, they held their breath.


    But then Christina raised her hand, calm as ever, and caught the flying bag like it was nothing.


    The crowd was stunned. Eyes widened. For a split second, it felt like time had stopped. Unbelievable. What kind of reflex was that?


    “No way! Did she really just catch that so easily?”


    “That’s insane! I blinked so many times—I still can’t believe what I saw.”


    “She must’ve gotten lucky, right? Even if one saw iting, reacting that fast is nearly impossible.”


    “Could she be trained or something? But she looks so delicate. It doesn’t add up.”


    “Oh my God, that was epic! I’d marry someone that cool!”


    Katie, who had thrown the bag, stood frozen,pletely shaken. This couldn’t be real. Did Christina have eyes in the back of her head? Fear crawled through Katie’s body. Her limbs locked up, trembling. Christina’s eyes turned cold. Without saying a word, she flung the bag back.


    It hit Katie right in the stomach.


    “Ugh!” Katie gasped, doubling over from the pain. She clutched her belly, struggling to breathe as her knees buckled. Her face turned red as she sank to the floor.


    Around them, the crowd erupted into cheers and pping. It felt like they had just watched a viin go down. They were more thrilled than Christina herself.


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    Katie shook with rage, her body trembling like a volcano about to blow. These people were just as disgusting as Christina! All of them—pathetic nobodies with nothing better to do!


    When Katie finally caught her breath and looked up, Christina was gone. Her eyes darted to the doorway, burning with fury as she clenched her teeth. She wouldn’t let this go. She would make Christina pay!


    Whispers from the onlookers reached Katie’s ears—though she couldn’t hear the exact words, she knew they weren’t saying anything good. She red at them and snapped, “What are you looking at? Want trouble?”


    No one replied. They backed away quickly. No one wanted to mess with someone from a rich family. In fights like these, the poor always lost. They couldn’t fight back, but they knew how to stay out of trouble.


    Ding! The elevator doors slid open, and Christina stepped out.


    She had barely taken a step when two tall, broad-shouldered men blocked her way. They wore in clothes, but she could tell—they weren’t ordinary men. They were fighters. Most likely Calvin’s bodyguards.


    Christina softened her expression, looking small and harmless—like someone easy to overlook. “Hello, I’m here to see Dr. Emmett. Could you please let him know I’m here?” Her voice was polite and respectful.


    But the men didn’t blink. Their faces were like stone. “Please leave. Dr. Emmett isn’t taking visitors,” one of them said coldly.


    Their job was to protect him. No matter how harmless Christina looked, they weren’t taking chances. She could be anyone—even a trained assassin in disguise.


    Christina saw through them. No matter how innocent she acted, they weren’t letting her in. She didn’t waste time. She raised her voice toward the office door. “Dr. Emmett! Dr. Em—”


    The bodyguards moved in, ready to drag her away. But she shouted even louder, “Calvin Emmett!”


    Her voice had barely faded when a thunderous roar echoed back. “How dare you call Dr. Emmett by name?”


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