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    She then faced the onlookers, her eyes cold enough to freeze the air around her.


    “Let me tell you something,” she said, voice rising with raw fury.


    “Those rich brats? They get sent tofy training camps, fully protected—no risk. But them…”


    She jabbed a finger at Liza and her daughter.


    “They threw me into a survival camp. Out of a hundred kids, maybe ten came out alive. I was only ten years old when they dumped me there. Tell me—how the hell is that not aiming to eliminate me?”


    The onlookers stood frozen, no one daring to speak. Even the three men, halfway through crawling away, paused. Her words hit hard. Shame crept in, dulling thest bits of their pride.


    For a kid to survive a ce like that? It wasn’t luck. It was pure grit, pain, and strength that most adults didn’t have. At first, they looked down on her because of her seemingly delicate form. Even after she beat them down, they held onto that pride.


    But hearing her story now… it felt like their loss wasn’t just fair—it…


    was inevitable. She was a force of nature. No question. Even grown-ups probably wouldn’t have made it through a camp like that—let alone a ten-year-old child.


    The onlookers began to shift their stance, some now turning against Liza and her daughter.


    “They were truly awful for sending a child to such a harsh camp!”


    “I’ve been so foolish, so blind! The one who truly suffered was their adopted daughter!”


    “I remember now! They were the Jones family! The news said they’d sent their adopted daughter overseas for more schooling. But it turned out they’d thrown her into a survival camp to make her disappear quietly. How incredibly cruel!”


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    “The Jones family now wants their adopted daughter back to take over the family business? Maybe the Jones Group is about to copse, and they n to use her as a scapegoat. Why else would they beg the daughter they treated so badly instead of trusting their own biological child?”


    “Exactly! They were so mean to their adopted daughter. There’s no way they’d just hand over thepany to her. There has to be a trick!”


    Christina understood that if she didn’t prove how strong she truly was, no one would believe her story—no matter how many times she said she’d been sent to a brutal survival camp at just ten years old. Only by demonstrating her real strength and skills would they quiet down and finally pay attention to what she had to say.


    “You’re full of it!” Yvonne barked, red in the face, her chest heaving as a coughing fit shook her whole body.


    “My family business isn’t failing. And we definitely don’t need some adopted brat to take the me! We sent her overseas to study. That ‘survival camp’ Christina’s talking about? Total bullshit. She’s always lied through her teeth. She’s apulsive liar! You all seriously believe her? Let’s see if she can even prove a single thing she’s saying.”


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