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    “No! Of course not!” Liza and Yvonne cried out, shaking their heads desperately, their faces pale with fear.


    “We wouldn’t dare deceive you, not for anything!” Liza added quickly.


    “It’s Christina!” Yvonne growled, her voice thick with hatred. “She flipped the n on us. She must’ve drugged us instead.”


    “But we saw her eat the drugged dish,” Liza said, her brow creased with confusion. “We didn’t even touch it.”


    Yvonne’s mind reeled. Christina had consumed the drugged food right in front of them—yet somehow, they were the ones left unconscious and ended up in this mess. How?


    Seeing the genuine bewilderment on their faces, Moss reluctantly began to believe they hadn’t set him up on purpose. Still, his fury simmered. He didn’t care about these two. The only woman he wanted was Christina.


    “You’re both pathetic!” he growled, rising and yanking on his clothes. “How could you screw this up sopletely?”


    He buttoned his shirt with quick, angry motions. “Let me make this very clear—if I don’t get Christina, there’s no deep coboration between us. At best, you’ll get a scrap.”


    Liza and Yvonne shared a look, their chests heaving with rage. Though they held their tongues, their eyes shimmered with a flicker of cold resentment—resentment toward Moss. They’d been humiliated and defiled, and now they had to swallow the pain for the sake of the Jones family’s interests. It was almost unbearable.


    “Please rest assured, Mr. Glyn,” Liza said through gritted teeth, managing a smile. “We’ll deliver exactly what you want.”


    The three of them dressed quickly and exited the room, only toe face-to-face with Mack, pacing anxiously in the hallway.


    Mack stopped cold the moment he saw them. His face turned ghostly white, his body frozen in disbelief. His worst fear had just been confirmed. His wife. His daughter. Both of them had slept with Moss—and in his own house.


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    His blood boiled, humiliation washing over him in waves. His hands curled into trembling fists, his rage barely restrained.


    “Mr. Glyn… How could you…” Mack’s voice cracked, barely able to form words.


    “Hah!” Moss scoffed, shing a bitter smile. “You think this is what I wanted? I’m disgusted. Christina—that’s who I wanted. Didn’t you know?”


    He swept a seething gaze over the trio, eyes narrowing. “I was just starting to believe this wasn’t a setup. But now? You’re making me think otherwise.” His tone sharpened with usation. “What is this? Are you trying to set me up?”


    Upon hearing Moss’s question, Mack broke into a cold sweat. He quickly bowed his head, forcing a respectful tone. “We wouldn’t dare, Mr. Glyn. How could we possibly try to set you up?”


    Though his heart seethed with bitterness and humiliation, Mack dared not show a trace of it. In front of Moss, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and endure the disgrace.


    “You’d better not!” Moss snapped, his expression dark with displeasure. “I’ll give you onest chance. Send Christina to my bed! If you want to secure a partnership with the Glyn Group, then deliver that woman. Otherwise, don’t expect anything more than a symbolic reward.” His words cast a grim shadow over the entire Jones family.


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