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    “I’ve never been the reason. And for the record, I’ll visit Kitaso whenever I please. You have no say in it,” Christina replied.


    Her final statement hit a sensitive spot, making Robin bristle. She was correct—he had no authority over her choices. But hearing it still bothered him.


    “Don’t tter yourself! I don’t give a damn about you!” Robin barked. “Who do you even think you are? You’re not important to me!”


    “You’re absolutely right—I’m not. Farewell,” Christina said as she turned around and strode away.


    Herck of a spicy retort caught Robinpletely off guard. He stood frozen, watching her disappear into the distance. Why the sudden change? She didn’t even bother to argue back after being used. That wasn’t like her at all.


    A shadow of doubt crept across Robin’s eyes. He rubbed his temple and frowned. Something felt wrong. She was acting too strange. Was this another ploy? Maybe she was trying to win over his grandfather to get the green light for marrying him and then im the role of the next family matriarch. The idea made his skin crawl.


    His jaw clenched, and he stepped forward to confront her. But just as he raised his head, he spotted her being blocked by several unfamiliar faces ahead.


    Christina was forced to halt, her stare sharp as steel as she locked eyes with the trio standing ahead.


    “Mom, Dad! That’s her! She’s the reason I became infertile and suffered from erectile dysfunction!” Balfour’s finger shot out, his voice dripping with venom. His re was wild, as though he’d rip Christina limb from limb if given the chance.


    Moss stood stunned, disbelief registering on his face. The woman who had ruined his son’s penis was none other than the dazzling woman he wanted to getid with.


    “You wicked creature! What gave you the right to hurt my boy?” Alexa lunged forward with burning rage, hand poised to strike Christina.


    Blinded by fury, Alexa forgot that the woman in front of her had single-handedly taken down two fully grown men. Predictably, Alexa’s hand never met its mark. Christina intercepted it mid-air effortlessly, her grip like a vice.


    “You failed to raise your son right. I simply filled the gap,” Christina said coolly, her face devoid of emotion.


    Alexa attempted to wrench her hand back, but it was in vain. She might as well have been trying to pull free from iron shackles. The strength in Christina’s grasp was terrifying.


    Fear crept into Alexa’s chest. She nced sideways at her husband, desperate for assistance. “Darling…”


    But the moment Alexa turned, she froze. Moss was staring at Christina—not with anger, but with unmasked desire, eyes practically aze.


    Alexa’s stomach turned. She had endured his infidelities before and had battled women off him more times than she could count. Yet, never had she felt this unease—a dread that wed at her bones. Her son, once her only and most valuable leverage, had been shattered by the very woman now drawing her husband’s attention like a ma.


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