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Christina regarded them with cool amusement, the corner of her lips curving ever so slightly. Did they really think she would fall for such obvious tricks? How foolish. They had truly underestimated her.
“Christina, have you made your decision?” Liza asked, her voice tight with urgency.
“I want the entire Jones Group,” Christina answered coolly. “Are you signing the transfer agreement or not?”
Mack’s face twisted with irritation. “Must you really force things to this point?”
“I’m done negotiating,” Christina snapped. “I’ll count to three. If the papers aren’t signed by then, don’t me me for whates next.” Her icy rended squarely on them, her voice razor-sharp. “This is the price Yvonne owes me. A debt from our wager. I’m just here to settle it.”
Though Liza and Mack tried to sway her, Christina had already begun counting. “One… Two…”
The couple stayed frozen, confident Christina was bluffing—that she wouldn’t dare.
But the flicker in Christina’s eyes turned lethal. “Three.” The word struck like a gavel.
With chilling precision, Christina mmed Yvonne’s hand onto the table and drove a de clean through her palm.
“Ah!” Yvonne shrieked, her body convulsing in pain as cold sweat drenched her skin.
The searing pain in Yvonne’s hand was so intense that she nearly cked out. It felt like fire was coursing through her veins—every nerve screaming in torment.
Yvonne could hardly breathe, convinced she was on the brink of death. Liza stood rooted to the spot, stunned speechless. She had never imagined Christina would actually go that far—plunging a knife into Yvonne.
Mack’s face had gone pale as stone, his eyes burning with rage as he red at Christina. His daughter’s hand was impaled, blood pooling beneath it. That vicious witch Christina! How dare shey a finger on Yvonne?
“Think of this as a warning,” Christina said coolly, her tone devoid of emotion. “If you still refuse to sign, the next one won’t leave her with functioning hands.” Her voice was calm, but the threat cut deeper than any de. And when Mack and Liza met her gaze—dark, unflinching, and utterly merciless—a shiver slithered down their spines. There was no mistaking it now: Christina wasn’t bluffing. She meant every word.
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“My patience is running out,” Christina warned, her voice sharp and unyielding. “I’m asking onest time—will you sign, or not?”
The edge in her tone made it clear—if they insisted on clinging to the Jones Group, Yvonne would pay the price with her hands.
Christina watched them coldly, almost curious to see which they valued more: their empire or their precious daughter. Didn’t they im to love Yvonne above all else?
“Dad… Mom… please… Save me…” Yvonne’s voice cracked with desperation, her body trembling uncontrobly. The pain in her hand was unbearable, but worse was the dawning horror in her heart. Christina wasn’t bluffing. She was merciless, determined to get what she came for—no matter the cost.
Yvonne looked down. Her palm had already been skewered. If her parents continued to resist, she knew the other hand would be next. And the worst part? She wasn’t sure if they would choose her over the Jones Group. The doubt festered inside her, turning her fear into sheer panic.
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