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    “Let’s go, darling,” she sniffled, tugging Eugene’s arm. “Miss Jones clearly doesn’t want us here.”


    “Humph!” Eugene sent onest re at Christina and stormed off.


    Bruno, still fuming, jabbed a finger at Christina. “I don’t know what kind of spell you’ve cast on my cousin, but I’ll expose you. Just wait.” Then, he turned and stomped after his parents.


    “Sorry about that. You didn’t deserve that,” Elliott muttered.


    With a sigh, Christina replied with a shrug, “Doesn’t bother me. Plenty of people can’t stand me. A few more won’t change anything.”


    And that was the truth. She had more enemies than most could count. Some hated her. Others were actively hunting her down. She sat at the top of the assassin rankings, and everyone beneath her wanted the throne. Once they eliminated her, they’d rise to the top—feared and respected, with payouts fat enough to make anyone drool. Not that she med them. In their line of work, every job could be theirst. Blood money was still money, after all.


    Elliott listened to Christina’s even voice,ced with just a hint of teasing. He couldn’t stop his mind from drifting to her image on the racetrack—cool, fearless, and absolutely unforgettable. There was no one quite like Christina. She radiated confidence and charm, facing every challenge with an unshakable certainty, as if she held the world in the palm of her hand. It made people believe, without a doubt, that she could conquer any obstacle.


    “You’re quite something else, Miss Jones,” Elliott said with a chuckle.


    “Oh?” Christina raised an eyebrow, her gaze locking onto his. “What makes you think that way?”


    Thepliment made his heart race. His signature poker face cracked, and his blush spread to the tips of his ears. After fumbling for a few seconds, he finally muttered, “I just feel it that way.”


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    Christina was about to respond when the sudden chime of a phone interrupted them.


    It was Elliott’s phone. He took it out of his pocket and saw messages from his parents in the group chat, along with a candid photo of Calvin that they had taken.


    Omar had typed, “Elliott, make sure you entertain Miss Jones! She’s our family’s savior!”


    Vanessa had added, “We just saw Dr. Emmett! Miss Jones really brought him here to wait for us!”


    Omar had continued, “Dr. Emmett confirmed it—just like Miss Jones had pointed out, Eloise was poisoned with a rare toxin. No regr test could find it.”


    Vanessa’s anger had spilled through her words. “Who could be so cruel? The mastermind had been poisoning Eloise for years. Dr. Emmett said this wasn’t a one-time thing—it’s been building up in her system for years! If not for Miss Jones, we would’ve lost Eloise forever. I just got Eloise back and nearly lost her again. Miss Jones is a real godsend to us. I don’t care what anyone says—if Miss Jones ever needs anything, I’ll make it happen, even if I have to walk through fire. As long as I’m breathing, no one could mistreat her!”


    At that moment, Freddie, who had been quietly reading, finally spoke up in the chat. “From today on, Miss Jones is the most honored guest of the Hubbard family. No one is allowed to disrespect her.”


    The rest of the Hubbard family jumped in right away, filling the group chat with emojis to signal their agreement.


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