?Chapter 177:


    Chloe couldn’t process this. That Mini car was no ordinary ride—it was a precious gift from her brother to Christina. Whoever did this had nerves of steel or a death wish.


    Each INQ branch across the country had been handed to Chloe by her parents. It wasn’t just a chain of stores—it was the Scott family’s way of showing just how much she meant to them. And now, unbelievably, someone had the audacity to stir up trouble on her turf.


    Brad didn’t waste a second. “Security has already apprehended the two responsible,” he said, his words tumbling out in haste.


    “Let’s go take a look first,” Christina said, her voice hiding the storm of anger building underneath.


    “Let me help you with that, Miss Jones,” Brad suggested, stepping forward to take charge of the wheelchair Christina guided. Christina nodded her thanks. “I appreciate it.”


    Her unexpected politeness threw Brad off. “Don’t mention it. It’s the least I can do.”


    Waving Valerie over, Brad instructed her to gather up their shopping bags before ushering the entire group toward the exit.


    At the Scott Group’s regional office, Edwin Green, Dn’s secretary, walked into the CEO’s office and quietly ced a file on the desk.


    “Mr. Scott,” he called out.


    Dn nced up, eyes cold as steel, the sharp edge in his stare unmistakable. “What is it?”


    Edwin’s tone was grave. “Just got word—Miss Jones’ car was vandalized in INQ’s parking lot.”


    Dn froze. In an instant, the air in the office turned cold. His dark eyes turned cial, devoid of any warmth. Fingers clenched tight around his pen, knuckles straining as if he might snap it in half.


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    Edwin couldn’t help but shiver. One nce at Dn’s stormy face already told him what fate awaited those idiots who had messed with the Mini car. Dn rarely looked this deadly, but when he did, the ones responsible always ended up regretting it. There was no mistaking it—Christina meant more to Dn than he ever let on.


    “Did Christina get hurt?” Dn asked, a subtle furrow cutting across his brow.


    “She’s fine,” Edwin replied. “Security nabbed the vandals—two men. They went straight for her car, but it’s obvious they’re just the hired hands. Both are keeping their mouths shut. We haven’t managed to get a word out of them.”


    A quiet breath left Dn, tension easing only a fraction with the news that Christina was unharmed. But as he thought of the very first car he’d gifted her being wrecked, his eyes darkened dangerously. His next words were cold and absolute. “Get to the bottom of this—immediately.”


    “Understood!” With a crisp bow, Edwin made his exit from Dn’s office.


    Beneath the bright lights of the INQ parking lot, Christina stood in silence. What had once been her favorite car nowy twisted and mangled, the sight stirring anger in her usually unreadable eyes. Luxury vehicles filled her garages, but no other car had meant quite so much—this one was special because it was a heartfelt gift. Had it been any other high-end ride worth millions being wrecked, she wouldn’t have batted an eye. But this one was different.


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