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    Fury reddened Yvonne’s cheeks. She was certain Christina had slipped her something but refused to admit it.


    “Don’t pretend you don’t know what you did!” Yvonne hissed, voice low and bitter.


    A nonchnt shrug answered her. “Honestly, I’m at a loss. I left you to sleep. That’s all.”


    “Drop the act!” Yvonne coughed violently, her anger boiling over.


    “Try to rx,” Christina said, brow furrowing. “If you hack up a lung right here, your parents might pin it all on me.”


    Although Christina sounded almost sympathetic, her words only fanned Yvonne’s fury.


    For a moment, Yvonne nearly lost control, but she pulled herself together with great effort. “If you want this to end, you’lle back with me for dinner tonight. Mom and Dad expect you,” she said, swallowing thest of her anger.


    Yvonne adjusted her voice, trying to hold back the frustration bubbling inside her, and fixed Christina with a pleading look. “Today is Dad’s birthday. His health has been declining—could you please not upset him today by agreeing to dine with him?”


    “Today is Mack’s birthday?” Christina asked deliberately.


    “Yes!” A flicker of hope appeared in Yvonne’s eyes as she nodded with extra enthusiasm, a few tears slipping down her cheeks to sell the performance. “Christina… Dad isn’t getting any younger. Even some of his hair has turned gray. All he wants is for us to sit down for a peaceful family meal, like we used to. Can you just grant him this one birthday wish? We haven’t gathered for dinner for ages.”


    Yvonne waspletely unaware that her emotional appeal had absolutely no effect on Christina.


    “Alright. Since he’s getting older, I’ll agree to it,” Christina answered, but her mind was already working on a different n. She was honestly just bored, wanting to see what new tricks the Jones family might attempt this time.


    “Are you serious?” Yvonne looked at Christina in shock. “You’re reallying home for dinner?”


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    “I am.” Christina’s eyes narrowed, her voice sharpening. “But if you keep asking questions like this, I’ll change my mind.”


    “No! Please, I won’t ask another thing!” Yvonne blurted out, struggling to hide her excitement as the corners of her mouth curved upward. “Ten o’clock. Meet me in the parking lot, and I’ll drive you home.”


    Christina responded carelessly, absentmindedly tapping her nails, her gaze driftingzily over to Yvonne. “If you don’t need anything else, I’m heading out now.”


    Yvonne quickly replied, “Alright! Go and finish whatever you need to do. Remember, ten o’clock in the parking lot!”


    “Alright,” Christina responded before turning around and leaving.


    Yvonne’s gaze followed Christina’s retreating form, a cold smirk curling on her lips while her eyes burned with resentment. Everything was going smoothly. There was no way Christina could escape this time. The venue for the supposed dinner was the Jones family estate. With every family member and staff member present, it would be impossible for Christina to break free even if she sensed something amiss.


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