?Chapter 218:


    Christina was no pushover. Whenever someone targeted her, she’d make sure they paid for it—maybe not right away, but always when it stung the most. She never rushed to retaliate. She waited until the drama reached its peak, savoring the satisfaction of striking when all eyes were on her. The way those two had run their mouths online only made it sweeter. Tonight, she would tear them to pieces.


    “Crush them! Destroy them! They started this—let them reap what they sow!” Davina eximed, her voice bursting with excitement.


    Christina let out a low chuckle. “Just sit back and enjoy the show.”


    Davina’s impatience barely gave her time to respond. “Well, hurry up and eat your breakfast! I can’t stand waiting—I need to get online and obliterate those trolls! Talkter!”


    The line snapped off before Christina could say a word.


    Shaking her head, Christina couldn’t help butugh at Davina’s fiery temperament. Hotheaded as Davina was, her fierce loyalty meant everything. To her, Davina was family.


    Christina stepped into the living room just as the maid wheeled Chloe over.


    “Good morning, Miss Jones,” the maid greeted, all warmth and respect.


    Chloe’s eyes lit up the second she spotted Christina. “Finally! You’re awake. I was just about to drag you out for breakfast!”


    With a smirk, Christina teased, “Let me guess. Your brother cooked again, didn’t he?”


    Chloe clung to Christina’s arm, her delicate face pressed against Christina like an affectionate kitten. “Of course! My brother always goes all out when making breakfast for you!”


    That drew a softugh from Christina. She noted Chloe’s obvious attempt to y matchmaker. Anyone overhearing might get the wrong idea about her and Dn. But she dismissed it as Chloe’s usual mischief. There was no way Dn cooked for her sake. He was just spoiling his sister, and she simply rode those coattails.


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    “How considerate of him,” Christina replied, keeping her tone light and diplomatic.


    They made their way to the dining room—then paused, surprised by the scene before them. Dn stood at the table in a sharp ck suit, sleeves pushed up, and a pink apron tied over his broad shoulders. He was carefullydling steaming congee into a porcin bowl, his focus unshakeable.


    Under his rolled-up cuffs, a sliver of golden skin caught the morning light—smooth, lean, quietly exuding strength and an effortless kind of confidence.


    Dn’s fingers were long and graceful, each joint clearly defined. His wrist muscles were firm, giving off a quiet strength that felt both powerful and strangely alluring. There was something about him—an energy that stirred the air, making people feel restless without knowing why.


    Dn wasn’t standing under a spotlight, yet in Christina’s eyes, he seemed to shine with a gentle glow.


    “Christina.” Suddenly, Chloe’s voice cut in, snapping Christina out of her daze.


    Christina instinctively touched her nose, worried she might have looked silly being so lost in thought.


    “We’re having porridge today. Didn’t you say you wanted to try itst night? Well, now you can!” Chloe said with a yful smile.


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