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    Christina turned her eyes on thest speaker, her gaze cold enough to freeze the air. A slow, sharp smile tugged at her lips. “Who decided women don’t belong at this table? Who said we all belong at home, feeding babies and changing diapers? Who the hell made you the boss of what women can or can’t do?”


    In Christina’s book, if a woman had the strength and courage to stand her ground, she could do whatever the hell she pleased.


    Christina’s attitude rubbed some men the wrong way, but the elderly man’s eyes held nothing but respect for her.


    “Oh wow, big words. Let’s see if she can back them up. If I ever get married, I sure as hell won’t choose this foolish type who burns through cash—”


    The man who had just scorned Christina didn’t get to finish. Christina’s icy stare hit him like a p, freezing him in ce.


    “W-what the hell are you looking at?” he stammered, trying to puff out his chest. But deep down, he was trembling. How could a woman’s gaze feel so dangerous?


    Christina smirked.


    “A woman like me is far out of your league—not just in this life, but in the next ten too. Stop fooling yourself. Just because I nced at you doesn’t mean it’s love.”


    Her words stung. His face twisted.


    “Hah! As if I’d marry you—even if you got on your knees and begged!” he snapped, lifting his chin like a rooster about to fight.


    Christina chuckled.


    “Ah, wounded ego talking. Please, spare me your bullshit.”


    “You!” he sputtered, but Christina didn’t even flinch. She continued, voice steady,


    “Save it. With your three-second stamina, no woman wants to suffer through that. Instead of talking tough, go book a session with a urologist.”


    Her words exploded like fireworks. Every onlooker nearby turned to stare at the man. A fewughed, their eyes drifting downward, clearly curious.


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    Flushed and panicking, the man barked,


    “What the hell are you saying? I’m perfectly fine! I canst at least an hour—way longer than three seconds!”


    Christina raised an eyebrow.


    “You sure about that? Want to ce a bet? I’ll call a urologist right now. Let’s see—small, limp, and done in under three minutes. That’s my wager.”


    “Y-you!” he choked, face turning crimson as the room filled withughter. He wanted to fight back, but every word had hit the mark. If she actually brought a doctor, he’d lose more than just pride—he’d lose his dignity.


    After standing there awkwardly, he finally muttered a weak threat.


    “Just wait! Step out of this hospital, and I’ll smash your face in!”


    He turned and ran, shouting behind him,


    “I’ll get my people! Just wait!”


    The faster he talked, the quicker he moved—like he was scared someone might actually take him up on the bet.


    Christina watched him go and scoffed.


    “Pathetic.”


    The lean man stepped forward, rolling dice in his palm with a sly grin.


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