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    Trust shattered inside Leona as the truth unfolded so publicly. Humiliation and betrayal fanned the mes of her fury, making her seethe. She had always backed the senior sales assistant’s efforts, and even on days when she had no intention of making a purchase, she found a way to lend support just to help out. Whenever the mood struck her, she would surprise the senior sales assistant with luxury items—sometimes jewelry, sometimes designer clothes, or even high-end handbags. Discovering she had been pampering a traitor left her feeling sick.


    Without warning, Leona’s anger erupted. She strode over and delivered a ringing p, snapping the senior sales assistant’s head to one side. Sophistication and grace defined Leona, age never seeming to dull her radiance. Anyone seeing her would guess she was decades younger. Yet all the skincare in the world could not restore lost years.


    “Mrs. Frazier, please! I’ve been loyal to you! I swear, I would never do something like this!” the senior sales assistant said, reaching out desperately as her voice grew louder.


    “You heard her say there’s evidence. If there’s proof, then you’re still lying! How dare you protest? You’re nothing but a traitor!” Leona’s re was sharp as a knife, her fury spilling over as she kicked the senior sales assistant and knocked her to the floor.


    Wails of despair filled the store as the senior sales assistant hit the floor, sobbing for mercy. Tears streamed down her face as she doubted that Christina might actually have proof.


    “Mrs. Frazier, please, don’t let yourself be taken in by this woman’s lies.”


    Pointing at Christina, the senior sales assistant continued, “Just look at her—she’s far more attractive than I am. She’s probably the real mistress here. How else could she have gotten her hands on that exclusive ck card? Maybe many of your husbands have already fallen for her! You can’t let yourself be fooled by someone like her. Mrs. Frazier, she’s just trying to turn us against each other so you won’t have any allies against her. I beg you, don’t trust a word she says.”


    Christina hadn’t expected the audacity—the senior sales assistant still had the nerve to nder her? Bold. And foolish.


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    Christina said, her voice cold and clear as she gazed at the senior sales assistant, “I don’t have Mr. Frazier’s number, but you do, along with a trail of flirtatious messages and damning evidence. Sure, maybe he deleted them, but I’d bet good money you didn’t. After all, if the wedding doesn’t happen, you’ll need something to hold over him, right?”


    Christina turned to Leona with a pointed look. “Check her phone. It’ll all be there. And if she refuses? Well, that says more than enough. Wouldn’t you agree, Mrs. Frazier?”


    Leona didn’t hesitate and held out her hand toward the senior sales assistant. “Give me your phone. Now.”


    The senior sales assistant flinched, panic shing across her face. “I didn’t bring it.”


    Leona’s eyes narrowed, her voice rising with fury. “Don’t insult my intelligence. You use your phone every day to chase clients and pad your numbers. You expect me to believe you left it behind?”


    Leona was pissed off. Did this saleswoman take her for a fool? She might not be young anymore, but senile? Not even close.


    “I—I’ll show you my phone, I swear, but my stomach—it really hurts—I need to use the restroom—”


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