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    “Is that so?” Christina arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mocking smile as she took another slow sip of coffee. “You’ll never upset me again?”


    “I mean it! I promise!” Yvonne responded immediately.


    Seeing Christina take another sip of coffee, Yvonne was barely able to contain her glee. Christina had no idea what wasing.


    Coldly, Christina set her mug down and narrowed her eyes. “I don’t buy it for a second.”


    “Christina, I swear I’m not lying to you—” Yvonne said, but Christina cut her off, her patience gone. “Save the performance. You’re terrible at pretending, you know.”


    Without another word, Christina pushed herself up from the chair, signaling she was done with the conversation.


    Just as Christina tried to leave, a look of calcted confusion crossed her face, and she made an act of stumbling, struggling to stay upright. Her hand shot to her forehead as she swayed, then, unable to fight the apparent dizziness, she slumped onto the sofa, seemingly all the strength leaving her body.


    Fake rm shed across Yvonne’s face. “Christina! Can you hear me? What’s happening?” Her voice trembled with manufactured panic, though inside, she could hardly contain her delight. Hurrying over, she shook Christina’s arm a few times, checking for any sign of awareness.


    After a moment, when Christina didn’t respond, Yvonne finally allowed herself a quiet breath of relief. Everything had unfolded exactly as her plot. The drug had worked just as intended—Christina would bepletely at that lewd man’s mercy.


    Yvonne felt a surge of triumph as she imagined the scene of Christina being delivered to Moss’s bed, assaulted and humiliated. For so long, Christina had put on an air. Now, she couldn’t wait to see how that proud fa?ade would crumble once Moss had his way.


    “You guys, hurry over here! My sister has fainted…” Yvonne called the two men she had arranged in advance, her voice filled with fake urgency. It didn’t take long for the two men to show up.


    “Quick, help me get her to the car,” Yvonne said, still keeping up her frantic act. Anyone looking on would have seen nothing but a desperate sister trying to help, never suspecting what was really happening.


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    Before long, the “unconscious” Christina was lifted and carried to the waiting car.


    The car doors mmed shut, the engine revved, and the car sped off into the distance.


    A sly grin yed on Yvonne’s lips as she tapped Christina’s cheek with practiced ease. “Oh, Christina, don’t me me for being so cruel. Instead, me your knack for shining everywhere you walk, drawing those old lewd men’s attention,” she taunted. A bubblingugh slipped out, her amusement quickly turning into a rough cough.


    Satisfaction glimmered in Yvonne’s eyes while her fingers traced along Christina’s wless face, which she envied so much it drove her crazy. “You know, with a face like this, it’ll be a waste if it’s not used to secure the greatest benefits. It’s time for you to repay the Jones family for all we’ve sacrificed for you. Honestly, I suppose you and that filthy old Moss make quite the pair! Ha-ha!”


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