?Chapter 190:


    “What?” Ynda gasped, covering her mouth as if scandalized. Her eyes widened in feigned disbelief. “You’re actually going to go after Christina? Katie, no—that’s… that’s too far. She hasn’t really done anything.”


    Katie rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Only someone as soft-hearted as you would still defend her. She hates you, Ynda. She’s been bitter ever since the divorce—always pulling her little stunts, trying to worm her way back into my brother’s life.”


    “But—”


    “No buts!” Katie snapped, her tone sharp and unforgiving. “Keep ying the good girl and watch her steal my brother right from under your nose. Wake up, Ynda. She’s a snake. And she deserves everythinging to her.”


    A twisted grin slithered across Katie’s face. “Besides, I’ve got the perfect bomb to drop—paparazzi photos, sold to me personally. Once I release those, no one will be talking about my mess. And Christina? She’ll be done.”


    Katie could already taste the satisfaction. After everything—every smug look on Christina’s face, every time Christina had made her feel small—she was finally holding the knife.


    “Katie…” Ynda’s fingers curled around her sleeve, her voice trembling just enough to make her performance more convincing. “Maybe there’s someone else—anyone else you could use. Christina is…”


    “No!” Katie barked, yanking her arm free and storming toward the desk. “If you’re really on my side, stop defending that slut!” She dropped into the chair with a huff, her back turned, too wrapped up in her scheming to notice the flicker of a smile on Ynda’s face.


    Everything was going exactly as nned. Ynda had nted those photos herself, fed them to the paparazzi like bait, and now the fool was doing the dirty work for her. Soon, the inte would be aze, and Christina would be caught in the firestorm. Truth? It wouldn’t matter. Not when outrage spread faster than facts.


    Ynda’s eyes glinted darkly as she whispered inwardly, “Burn.”


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    “Christina. Let’s see if your perfect little image survives this storm.”


    In the CEO’s office, Dn stood from his desk, methodically undoing the sapphire cufflinks at his wrists.


    Edwin entered, extending a neatly bound proposal. “Mr. Scott, this is about the resort project.”


    Expecting Dn to nce over the paperwork and settle back down, Edwin was caught off guard when Dn simply took the file and strode toward the door.


    “Mr. Scott, are you leaving for the day?” Edwin asked, keeping his tone respectful.


    Dn replied coolly, “Yes.”


    That one word left Edwin reeling. He’d never seen a harder worker than Dn—relentless, almost obsessed, and never one to leave before sunset. Whenever Dn burned the midnight oil, the whole secretarial pool was doomed to overtime, and thete-nightints were legendary. But today, for the first time ever, Dn had left early without any apparent crisis.


    Edwin stifled his curiosity and trailed behind in silence, determined not to push his luck with any more questions. As soon as they exited the office, he shot off a quick message to the secretary department group chat. “Mr. Scott is heading out for the day!”


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