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    Yvonne was sure Christina was doomed this time. She made a silent vow to make Christina pay back every ounce of humiliation she had suffered. Nothing else would bring her peace of mind.


    At exactly ten o’clock, Christina reached the parking lot right on time. She had already informed Dn that she would be returning to the Jones family’s estate.


    “Christina!” The moment Yvonne spotted Christina, she exhaled in relief and greeted her with exaggerated cheerfulness. “Where did you park your car?” Christina asked.


    Yvonne motioned toward a white Porsche and clicked the button on her key fob.


    When the car door swung open, Christina swiftly took the keys from Yvonne’s grasp. “I’ll be the one driving,” she remarked, sliding into the driver’s seat without waiting for Yvonne’s reply.


    Yvonne froze for a moment, still holding the keys, her anger simmering beneath the surface. Her jaw locked tight as she sent a hateful re in Christina’s direction. She muttered to herself, “Christina, just wait. I’ll make you pay for this!”


    Christina nced over with a teasing grin. “What’s the holdup? Aren’t you getting in?”


    Suppressing her frustration, Yvonne forced a smile and replied, “I’m on my way.” Yvonne slipped into the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and before she could settle in, the car lurched forward.


    “Ah!” A startled scream escaped Yvonne as her face drained of color and she clung desperately to her seatbelt. “What’s wrong with you? Couldn’t you see I wasn’t ready yet?”


    Christina’s response came with azy drawl, thick with sarcasm. “Oops, must have missed that.”


    “You!” Yvonne sputtered, so overwhelmed by rage that she could hardly speak. But remembering her goal of luring Christina back to the Jones family’s residence, she swallowed her anger and forced herself to keep a calm facade.


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    “What’s the matter?” Christina asked, her eyes fixed on the road.


    Yvonne put on her best smile and replied, “Nothing at all. Honestly, Christina, you drive so well. Maybe you could teach me a few tricks sometime.”


    A single eyebrow lifted as Christina nced over, her lips curling into a subtle, mocking grin. “Oh, really?”


    The way Christina nced over sent a shiver running down Yvonne’s spine, and a deep sense of unease began to take hold inside her.


    Just as Yvonne feared, her foreboding feeling became reality. The car suddenly sped up, catching herpletely off guard and terrifying her to the point of nearly fainting.


    White-knuckled, Yvonne gripped the seatbelt and shrieked, terror distorting her features. “Ahhh! Slow down! For heaven’s sake, slow down!”


    With an easy tone and no sign of concern, Christina answered, “Sure.” She eased up on the gas, and the car slowed down—but only for a moment. Momentster, Christina pressed the pedal again, weaving between bursts of speed and sudden brakes. The jerky motion left Yvonne feeling dizzy and sick. Gagging, Yvonne fought to keep herposure. “You… Ugh…” The urge to vomit wed at her throat, but with a frantic hand mped over her mouth, she stopped herself, unwilling to soil her prized car.


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