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    Mack exhaled quietly, relieved that Christina agreed. He exchanged discreet nces with his crew before Liza, her smile back in ce, guided Christina toward the dining table.


    “We knew you’d be joining us, so we made sure to cook all your favorite dishes. Make sure you help yourself,” Liza said cheerfully.


    Scanning the table, Christina noticed that every dish was indeed one she liked. She settled into her seat and listened as Mack remarked, “Our family has entered some business partnerships with Mr. Glyn. We asked him to join us for dinner tonight. I hope you don’t mind.”


    “Would it make a difference if I did? You’ve already invited him, so my opinion doesn’t really count, does it?” Christina retorted, one eyebrow raised as she looked at the hypocritical family before her, silently mocking them.


    At her words, both Mack’s and Liza’s expressions turned sour. Trying to ease the tension, Yvonne quickly smiled and said, “Christina, Mr. Glyn has supported our family so much. Please let it slide and don’t speak like this.”


    “If I choose not to let it slide, will you actually kick him out?” Christina asked, her voice sharp and direct.


    Awkwardness flickered across everyone’s faces, Moss included.


    Moss put on a long face, his tone cold as he stood up, pretending he intended to leave. “Clearly, I’m not being treated with any respect. If that’s the case, perhaps I need to rethink our partnership.”


    Christina didn’t bother ying along. She quietly reached for her utensils and started eating without missing a beat. “Walk yourself to the door. Safe travels,” she responded, not even ncing up from her te. “The food here is actually pretty decent.”


    Moss’s face darkened further as she showed him not an ounce of respect. Couldn’t she see that if the Jones family lost everything, she, as the eldest daughter, would be dragged down with them? Didn’t she feel even a flicker of fear?


    What Moss failed to realize was that Christina had already cut all ties with the Jones family. He had assumed that threatening her with the family’s future would have the same effect on her as it did on everyone else.


    Mack forced a tense smile and hurried forward, trying to calm Moss down. “Please don’t be upset, Mr. Glyn. I’m sorry for how my eldest daughter spoke. She can be a bit headstrong sometimes. I hope you’ll let it go.”


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    If Mack hadn’t needed Christina for his plots, he would have snapped at her much earlier.


    Seeing Christina take a bite of the tainted food, a wave of self-satisfaction washed over him, filling him with renewed patience.


    “Just wait, Christina. This time, there’s no way you’ll escape what I have nned,” Mack muttered to himself.


    “Mr. Glyn, please forgive us if our hospitality falls short of your standards,” Liza remarked, lifting her ss high. “Let’s toast to Mr. Glyn tonight.”


    She nced at her husband and then at Yvonne, making sure both understood her silent cue.


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