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    Meanwhile, in Kitaso, the servant entered the room and asked carefully, “Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Miss Jones has arrived. Should I let her in?”


    Mack and Liza exchanged excited looks, unable to hide their anticipation. They assumed Christina had finally realized her mistake and wasing home to take over thepany. On the surface, they nned to hand over the reins to Christina, but their real goal was to use her as a workhorse while pocketing every bit of profit for themselves. Even if Christina was named CEO, all the real decisions and money would remain under their control, turning her into nothing more than a tool to make them richer.


    Mack put on a stern face to mask his excitement. “Let her in,” he instructed.


    “Right away,” the servant replied, leaving to fetch Christina.


    Liza wasted no time leaning closer to her husband, her voice dropping to a whisper. “She acted so proud before, but now she’s crawling back to us.”


    Mack let out a quietugh. “She must be out of options in Dorfield, so she’se begging for our help.”


    “We’ll have to make things as tough as possible for her. She needs to know what it feels like to suffer,” Liza said with a snort. “Hmph! She’ll learn that getting control of thepany won’te easy, even if she agrees to be nothing more than a puppet.”


    “You’ve got a point. After everything we’ve been through, she owes us twice as much,” Mack agreed with a nod.


    While they eagerly imagined ways to disgrace and torment Christina, they had no idea that her only purpose ining was to make them pay for what they had done.


    Christina was quietly led into the living room by the servant.


    Mack and Liza didn’t bother to greet her. They sat in silence, clearly ignoring her on purpose.


    “Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Miss Jones is here,” the servant said politely.


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    “You can leave now,” Mack said coldly, waving the servant off without even ncing up.


    Liza sipped her coffee slowly, still refusing to look at Christina.


    Liza and Mack wanted Christina to speak first—just to show they were in charge.


    But Christina said nothing. She walked over, sank into the sofa, and crossed her legs with calm ease. “I’m here about thepany—”


    She had barely begun when a sharp, high-pitched voice cut her off. “Christina! What are you doing in my house?”


    Yvonne stood frozen in the doorway, her heart pounding. Her face drained of color as panic hit her like a wave. She knew Christina was here for thepany as the prize of that bet.


    “Yvonne, what’s the matter?” Mack asked, puzzled by his daughter’s agitation.


    “Dad, why did you let her in? How could you let her in?” Yvonne cried, nearly choking on her anger.


    Mack frowned, not understanding her reaction. “Maybe Christina had a change of heart and came back to help run thepany.”


    “Help?” Yvonne snapped. “She’d nevere back to help us!”


    “Then why is she here?” Mack asked, his gaze shifting toward Christina. A faint, amused smile touched Christina’s lips as she leaned back casually.


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