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    Gasps rippled through the onlookers. Fifty thousand? The idea of easy money made several people wish they’d stepped up to challenge Christina themselves. Without lifting a finger, those three stood to pocket a small fortune. Even a p across the face wouldn’t pay that well.


    Excitement flickered in the three men’s eyes. The temptation was hard to resist.


    On the verge of epting, all three paused when an unexpected voice sliced through the tension.


    “Step aside,” Christinamanded, her tone cial as she stared down Liza.


    “Stay out of my business.”


    “Christina, honey, I just don’t want to see you get hurt. You’re a girl—what’s the point in acting tough? If you go through with the challenge, you’ll end up marred by bruises and wounds from merciless punches,” Liza said gently, still clinging to her facade of concern.


    “Haven’t you heard me? I said, step aside. Just mind your own damned business. Say one more word and I won’t hesitate to hit you,” Christina warned, her tone sharper than ever.


    From the sidelines, onlookers murmured among themselves, convinced Christina had crossed every line. Threatening to strike her own foster mother when the woman was only trying to protect her? The nerve!


    A sudden, angry shout split the air.


    “Don’t you dare!”


    Yvonne stormed into view, her rage barely contained as she shot daggers at Christina.


    “Go ahead—try hurting my mom, and you’ll regret it!” she snarled, her chin raised in defiance, her voice trembling with arrogance and anger.


    “Like you’re capable of fighting or withstanding a single blow from me. If you get in my way, I’ll strike you too,” Christina replied, her words ice-cold.


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    Fury made Yvonne sputter, her anger triggering a fit of coughing she could hardly control. Red flushed her usually pale cheeks, making her look almost lively for the first time all day.


    The watching crowd couldn’t stay quiet. Voices rose with condemnation.


    “Is this woman out of her mind? She’d attack her foster mother and foster sister?”


    “Jealousy and bitterness must have poisoned her. She can’t stand that her foster parents had a daughter of their own—she thinks she’s been robbed of love.”


    “People need to know their ce. The family fortune should go to the real daughter, not some adopted outsider. She doesn’t even realize she’s out of line.”


    “It’s never enough for her. Even after being promised an inheritance, she still wants more.”


    “The anger in her stare says it all. She’d probably trade ces with her foster parents’ real daughter if she could. There’s something truly dark about her.”


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