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    “Ynda, are you alright?” he asked, his face tight with concern as he scanned for any harm.


    The moment his eyesnded on the abrasion marring Ynda’s hand, fury surged through him, and he felt like tearing Christina apart.


    “Christina! How could you let jealousy drive you to cruelty? Ynda got hurt because of you. Say sorry—right now!” Brendon barked, his tone authoritative.


    “She fell on her own. That has nothing to do with me,” Christina replied coolly, taking two strides backward, unwilling to ept me.


    “Everyone here witnessed you shove her. How can you lie so shamelessly?” Brendon growled, his fury mounting.


    Christina stayedposed. “I just told the truth.”


    “You idiot! Are you even aware of how precious Ynda’s hands are? She was the national champion at the Hubbard family’s fashion designpetition!” Katie yelled, unable to contain her rage.


    Christina scoffed and threw her a look. “Champion? Big deal. That’s hardly something extraordinary—it’s not a worldwide contest.”


    “It’s absolutely a big deal! You’re envious of Ynda’s sess, so you harmed her on purpose! If you’re truly capable, win a national championship yourself! You trash actually look down on a national champion? How ridiculous!” Katie snapped, grinding her teeth.


    “Trash?” Christina tilted her head with a sly grin. “Forget nationwide wins—even conquering an international title won’t be a challenge for me.”


    Katie burst into hysterics. “Did everyone hear that? She believes iming a global design crown is effortless. That’sedy gold!”


    Ynda masked her sarcasm with her signature gentle tone. “Christina, having confidence in yourself is admirable, but don’t be conceited. Securing a world-ss fashion title is no simple task…”


    “That may apply to you, but for me, it’s as easy as breathing,” Christina said with quiet self-assurance. She knew that if she entered the contest, victory was guaranteed, without exception.


    “Christina, you’ve been spending the past three years handling domestic duties—you have no clue what’s out there. You’repletely misjudging the difficulty.” Ynda kept her tone gentle, though her words hinted that Christina was just wrapped up in household chores and out of touch.


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    “Why waste words on her? She only knows her way around domestic duties! She just excels at talking big!” Katie jeered.


    “Say whatever you please. I couldn’t care less about your opinions,” Christina said, turning to walk away.


    “Hold on!” Katie blocked her exit, her gaze icy cold. “Since you’re so sure of yourself, how about making a wager?”


    “What sort of wager?” Christina asked, faintly intrigued.


    Katie proposed, “There’s an international design contest happening this year. You’ll face off against Ynda. If she defeats you, you lose. If you happen to surpass her, you win—but someone like you doesn’t stand a chance.”


    Christina asked bluntly, “What’s the stake?” She wasn’t interested in anything else.


    “The forfeit is a hundred million dors! If you can’t cover it, you’ll be my housemaid until it’s all paid back!” Katie dered, eager to recoup her past losses and put Christina beneath her heel. If Christina couldn’t fork out the funds, she would degrade her however she liked.


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