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    Christina tilted her head slightly, her smile deepening. “I mean, you’re just jealous.”


    ude scoffed, his voice a sharp de. “Jealous? Of you? You’re just some cheap whore! What’s there to be jealous of?”


    The senior sales assistant quickly followed, her words equally crude. “Exactly. At best, you’re a mistress. But everyone knows the truth—you’re just a disgusting prostitute.”


    Christina’s expression didn’t falter. She simply raised a finger and pointed at ude. “You once tried to be someone’s boy toy. You pitched yourself to a wealthy boss—remember? But your charm didn’t make the cut. She passed.”


    Color rushed into ude’s face. “Lies! That’s a filthy lie!”


    “Is it?” Christina asked with a lightugh. “Shall I ring up Ms. Carter? Should I say her full name for the room to hear?”


    ude opened his mouth, but no words came.


    “I still have the video you sent her,” Christina added, her voice almost yful. “Your private audition, remember?”


    Silence swallowed the room. ude dropped his gaze, every trace of defiance gone. He didn’t dare meet her eyes now—not with the threat of that video looming. What unnerved him most wasn’t just that she knew—it was how she knew. That incident had been buried in the past. Or so he thought.


    As ude stood mute, the senior sales assistant broke the silence, her voice pitched in disbelief. “Mr. Palmer, really? You’re letting her rattle you? She’s obviously making things up—trying to frame you!”


    “I haven’t forgotten about you.” Christina turned toward the senior sales assistant with a slow, deliberate grace. “Remember that delivery you made not long ago? To that morous estate on the west side? You weren’t just dropping off packages—you were busy seducing the husband of that wealthydy. He promised you a hillside vi, didn’t he? And youughed behind the wealthydy’s back, calling her a withered has-been. Said she couldn’t keep up with you—in or out of the bedroom.”


    The senior sales assistant flinched, lips quivering, breath caught in her throat. “How… how do you know that?” she muttered under her breath. Fear shimmered in her eyes now—raw and real. Who was this woman? Had she peeled open their livesyer byyer beforehand?


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    “The truth has a nasty habit of crawling out, no matter how deep you bury it.” Christina let out a quiet, almost mocking chuckle. “You used me without a shred of proof. But me? I’ve got evidence. I don’t invent stories—I expose them. And I kind of tend to spread these juicy stories.”


    Christina had done her homework. ude and the senior sales assistant weren’t exactly masters of discretion, and she had stumbled upon more than enough to weaponize. If they’d simply walked away and kept their mouths shut, she might’ve let it go. But they chose to push her—so now, they’d feel the sting of their own recklessness. They yed dirty. She wouldn’t y nice. She had extended grace, more than once. But they had stomped on every opportunity she offered. Now, they had only themselves to me.


    “You’re just making things up!” the senior sales assistant snapped. “Keep this up and I’ll take you to court! Apologize now, and maybe—maybe—I’ll drop it.”


    Christina sighed, almost with pity. “There it is again. That tragic inability to recognize a chance when it’s handed to you.” She tilted her head. “You’re really going to make me put the evidence on the table, aren’t you?”


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