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    “I haven’t had barbecue in ages either,” Eloise added, clearly on board.


    “Should we go find a ce that serves it?” Elliott offered.


    “I want to buy some and grill it ourselves. What do you guys think?” Chloe looked around hopefully.


    Since no one had any objections, Christina nodded in agreement.


    On the way back, both Dn and Elliott felt a small pang of regret tug at them. Why hadn’t Christina leapt into their arms out of fear? She’d stayed cool-headed the entire time during the murder mystery, calmly analyzing every twist and turn. Her sharp thinking had carried half the game, and thanks to her, their group had unmasked the culprit quicker than anyone expected.


    The sharp screech of brakes cut through the air. Christina frowned as she saw an unexpected figure.


    She had returned to grab a forgotten ingredient and was surprised to find Brendon waiting outside her neighborhood.


    Christina got out of her car, clearly annoyed. She said coldly, “Brendon, if you want to get yourself killed, can you do it somewhere else? I don’t want to have anything to do with you.”


    Brendon snapped, “Can’t you drive more carefully? This isn’t a racetrack. Just because you’re good behind the wheel doesn’t mean you can be reckless.” Brendon was already in a foul mood, and Christina’s scolding only made him angrier.


    Christina shot back, “If I were really reckless, do you think you’d still be standing here? I would have run over you without thinking twice.”


    Brendon stared at her in disbelief. “You want to run me over?”


    Christina raised an eyebrow. “What’s the problem? Am I not even allowed to think about it?”


    Brendon’s anger boiled over. “Christina, you’re totally insane!”


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    “So what?” Christina answered defiantly.


    Remembering the real reason he came, Brendon decided not to argue further. He frowned and asked, “I need to ask… did you really go to that underground boxing arena?”


    Christina shot back, “And if I did?”


    “Why did you go to a ce like that? Were you that desperate for money? And to y dirty to win? Shame on you!”


    “My business isn’t your concern,” Christina said, her voice sharp and dismissive. She knew better than to offer any exnation—a lesson learned from her past dealings with him. As long as he decided she was guilty, or if he hadn’t seen the truth for himself, nothing she said would change his opinion. Now that he was certain she’d taken money from the underground boxing ring and was mixed up in shady business, exining was just a waste of breath.


    Christina understood she couldn’t shift Brendon’s opinion. She wasn’t Ynda, who somehow managed to win his unconditional trust with just a few words. And even when Ynda screwed up, Brendon would make excuses for her.


    “You say it’s none of my business? Ever think about how pissed Grandma would be if she knew what kind of shady crap you’ve been up to?” Brendon shot back. Christina let out a coldugh and looked at him sideways. “Just get to the point. I don’t have time to waste on your bullshit.”


    “If you need cash,e to me. The Dawson Group’s doing great, and I can spare some. Just quit going to that underground boxing bullshit and embarrassing yourself,” Brendon said, thinking he was being generous. Even with all the mess she’d caused at the Dawson Group, he wasn’t looking for revenge.


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