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    Laughter slipped from Christina’s lips, her gaze sparkling with unrestrained amusement, each word stoking the mes further.


    “You!” Joselyn, unable to take any more,shed out, her hand flying toward Christina’s face.


    But Christina moved swiftly, intercepting Joselyn’s wrist and gripping it with effortless strength.


    Joselyn gasped, her expression twisting in pain as she struggled in vain. “Let go of me! You’re hurting my hand!”


    Her cries drew Katie’s frantic attention. “Mom!” she shouted, scrambling to intervene.


    Katie rushed to free her mother, only for Christina to catch her wrist as well, pinning both women in an unyielding grasp. Their skin flushed red under the force, their struggles only fueling Christina’s resolve.


    “Let go, you witch! That hurts—let us go!” Katie shrieked, her panic mounting as she writhed in Christina’s iron hold.


    Just as Brendon moved forward, prepared to intervene, a sly smile tugged at the corners of Christina’s mouth. Without warning, she released their wrists. Caught off bnce, Joselyn and Katie lurched backward, crashing into Finnegan and She, sending them sprawling against the car like soft cushions.


    “Oof!” Both She and Finnegan gasped, their expressions contorted as the sudden collision stole the breath from their lungs.


    The two families tumbled into a chaotic pile, eliciting muffled chuckles and suppressed grins from the spectators. Brendon’s eyes swept across the crowd, the gleam of their amused expressions piercing him like searing acid. A burning flush of humiliation spread across his face. They had be nothing more than the evening’s mockery.


    “Christina Jones!” he hissed through clenched teeth, his voiceced with frustration and disbelief. “Must you always stir trouble, even in such a refined setting?”


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    Feigning innocence, Christina met his re with wide eyes. “You approached me first. What was I supposed to do? Just stand there and take it?”


    Brendon was on the edge of losing it. Fighting to stay calm, he snapped, “Get out of the car—now.”


    Christina sat motionless, not budging an inch. “You expect me to just get out of the car on yourmand? Who exactly do you think you are?”


    Brendon’s tone turned resolute and unforgiving. “If you exit now and offer a public apology, I might consider letting this slide.”


    Christina’s eyes sharpened with steely resolve. “But I have no intention of letting this go. Listen carefully—you’re just my ex-husband, so correct your misconceptions. You hold no authority over me, nor do you possess the right to dictate my actions.”


    Brendon’s voice bore the weight of unyielding demand. “Christina, this is your final warning. Step out and apologize immediately.”


    Katie’s scornful smirk deepened as she piled on. “And while you’re at it, give yourself a couple of ps!”


    “Exactly! She should p herself!” Finnegan and She joined in, their voices thick with derision.


    Brendon clenched his teeth, struggling to restrain the storm of anger rising within him. “Leave the vehicle. Now. I’m not repeating myself.” Then came Christina’s sharp, unwavering reply. “Absolutely not.”


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