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    “Could she actually be a distinguished guest personally invited by Kurt? That would exin everything. Why else would Mrs. Miller take her side after all that chaos?”


    “I thought she was finished—but no. She’s caused a scene, humiliated two people, and still walks away untouched.”


    The crowd buzzed with spection, their voices a low hum of disbelief.


    Meanwhile, Yvonne stood rigid, her face darkening with every passing second. She clenched her teeth, the corners of her mouth twitching in frustration. It was infuriating that Christina actually got away with this scot-free. But then, a thought flickered in her mind, calming the storm inside her. Perhaps Celine was simply putting on a show of tolerance and grace in front of the crowd. That had to be it. Celine would never let a slight like this slide—not in private. Sooner orter, Christina would pay.


    That certainty brought Yvonne a grim sense of peace.


    “Celine…” Lorraine choked out, her voice ragged, tears spilling freely now.


    “Lorraine,” Celine said gently, yet with unmistakable weight, “when you make a mistake, you apologize. It takes strength to admit when you’re wrong. Owning your actions and correcting them—that’s the mark of real character.”


    Lorraine opened her mouth to object, but nothing came out. How could she? Her family’s standing still hinged on the Miller family’s goodwill. One word of disapproval from Celine could undo everything. So she swallowed her pride. For now. But deep inside, resentment bloomed like poison. It was only a matter of time before she took control of the Miller fortune, and that was when she would get her vengeance.


    With trembling breath and bloodshot eyes, Lorraine turned stiffly toward Christina.


    “Miss Jones,” she muttered, each word scraped from her throat, “I’m sorry. I misunderstood you.”


    A slow, mocking smile yed on Christina’s lips as she spoke. “Now that’s how an apology should sound. It only means something when the person at fault says it themselves.”


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    Not a word escaped Lorraine. Her lips stayed pressed together, but anger roared in her chest. How could Christina be so smug? The nerve of her!


    Celine quickly stepped in, her voice breezy as she addressed the group, “Alright, everything’s been handled. Let’s all disperse.”


    Turning to Christina, Celine offered a polite gesture. “Miss Jones, you first.”


    Christina nodded graciously. “Mrs. Miller, I appreciate you standing up for me.”


    With that, she walked away, exuding confidence with every step.


    Once Christina disappeared down the hall, Lorraine met Celine’s eyes. The moment their gazes locked, Lorraine’sposure broke, and tears spilled down her cheeks, her face twisting with humiliation and hurt.


    Celine took in the sight with a sigh and then gently pulled Lorraine aside, away from prying eyes.


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