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    Barely had Liza’s words settled when a handful of onlookers eagerly chimed in, determined to side with her and belittle Christina.


    “Exactly! If all those wealthy brats can survive it, then you should be able to as well. If they can tough it out, why can’t you?”


    “Ungrateful is the only word for you. Those pampered kids from wealthy families make it through, so what’s your excuse? You don’t even want some harmless hardship, yet you’ve set your sights on your adoptive parents’ fortune. You’re delusional!”


    “Seriously, what’s there to be arrogant about when you’re just an orphan? When fate throws you a chance, you’re supposed to grab it. Instead, you just stand there wasting it. Pathetic!”


    A cold gleam shed in Christina’s eyes as a mocking smile curved her lips.


    “You people really have no idea. If I’m pathetic, what does that make the rest of you? At ten, I fought my way through a war zone. Which one of you could have survived that?”


    Every wordnded like a p, bruising egos and silencing part of the crowd. A child of ten shouldn’t have known a world so cruel. Yet here Christina stood, iming she’d endured horrors they couldn’t even imagine. To them, her story sounded like the wildest lie—something no sane person would believe.


    “What a load of nonsense! Ten years old, in a war zone? Does she really think we’re that gullible?”


    “I nearly lost itughing! She’s got some nerve, making up stories and acting like the world owes her something!”


    “Let her run her mouth. She ims she could manage that at just ten? I’m in my thirties and have been in special forces—no way I’d ever brag like that!”


    Without blinking, Christina locked eyes with the three recent speakers.


    “How about this? All…”


    of youe at me. If I win, you owe me a real apology—and you keep your opinions to yourselves from now on.”


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    The burly man scoffed.


    “Talk is cheap! You intend to take on all three of us at once? I could take you down solo with one hand!”


    The wiry man couldn’t resist chiming in.


    “Special forces training means I could tten you with zero effort. You’re being arrogant just for suggesting this.”


    The slender man snickered.


    “She couldn’tst a second in a fight with someone as slim as me, let alone the rest of us.”


    Christina, unfazed by their jeers, kept her tone steady.


    “Enough with the trash talk. Are you in, or are you just all talk?”


    “What’s there to be scared of?” the burly man snapped.


    “But say wee out on top—then what?”


    “Yeah, exactly!” the wiry man said, jumping at the chance.


    “If we beat you, what do we get? You want us to apologize if you win, but what’s your deal if you lose?”


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