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    Christina froze mid-step. Then, slowly, she turned her head. Her eyes swept over the mother-and-daughter duo with nothing but disgust.


    “If garbage like you hasn’t been hit with karma yet, why the hell would ite for me?” she said coldly.


    With that final p of words, Christina turned back and walked off without saying anything else, disappearing from view.


    The onlookers began voicing their condemnation against Liza and Yvonne. They had been fooled by the fake show—but now, no one believed a single word from them.


    Liza stared after Christina, her brows tightly drawn, eyes dark with frustration. What were they supposed to do now? Christina had turned out to be even colder and tougher than they had ever expected. That girl had built walls around her heart made of steel.


    Ever since Christina walked away from the Jones family, their business…


    had been sinking like a stone. With Mack stuck in a hospital bed, Yvonne too weak and clueless to handle anything, and not a singlepetent soul in the family, the only person they could possibly lean on was Christina. But that girl—they’d underestimated her. She’d grown into a tough nut, and there was no softening her now.


    “Mom?” Yvonne hissed, snapping Liza out of her daze.


    “Don’t tell me you’re still dreaming about dragging Christina back to take over thepany?”


    Liza nced around, wary of all the curious stares. She grabbed Yvonne by the arm and yanked her away, storming toward Mack’s private hospital suite without another word.


    Once inside, they spilled everything to Mack about running into Christina.


    “What?” Mack’s voice cracked with shock.


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    “Christina actually said no to taking over thepany?”


    “Yeah,” Liza muttered with a deep sigh, her face tightening.


    “We were too ruthless back then. Now she doesn’t trust us one damn bit.”


    “Who would’ve thought she’d survive that damned camp?” Mack muttered bitterly.


    “Even that harsh training camp couldn’t eliminate her.”


    “Wait—if you guys hate her so much,” Yvonne said, brows furrowed,


    “why are you this desperate to drag her back to run thepany?”


    Liza and Mack exchanged a long, tired look before letting out identical sighs of resignation.


    Liza gently took Yvonne’s hand, her voiceced with motherly concern.


    “It’s all for your sake, sweetheart.”


    “For my sake?” Yvonne frowned.


    “How the hell does dragging her back help me?”


    “The Jones Group is falling apart,” Liza said bluntly.


    “You’re delicate, baby, and business just isn’t your thing. But Christina… she might actually turn this around.”


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