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    Christina knew without a shadow of a doubt that Davina would do anything to keep her safe, and she would do the same for Davina. That was just how they rolled.


    Once the call ended and silence filled the room, Christina pulled up Terrence’s profile on herptop, her expression shifting from yful to deadly serious.


    At first nce, Terrence’s file read like any other sessful businessman’s résumé. It was clean, polished, and boring. Nothing raised any red gs on the surface.


    But that squeaky-clean perfection made Christina’s skin crawl. In her experience, when someone’s life looked too perfect, they were usually hiding something big.


    Page after page revealed Terrence’s romantic history—a parade of beautiful women who had shared his bed and his spotlight. None of themsted more than a few months. The pattern was clear: he’d charm them, enjoy them, and then toss them aside like yesterday’s newspaper when the novelty wore off.


    Only one woman had broken that pattern: Besty. She’d managed to hold his attention for two whole years, which in Terrence’s world was practically a lifetimemitment.


    During those two years with Besty, Terrence had transformedpletely. He’d be a one-woman man, shutting out every other female who tried to catch his eye. All his focus, all his energy, all his expensive gifts—everything went to Besty alone.


    Christina had no patience for rtionship drama and celebrity gossip. She snapped her phone shut with a decisive click.


    Something about this whole devoted-boyfriend act didn’t add up. The intel painted Terrence as loyal to Besty, but Christina’s instincts were screaming that there was more to this story than met the eye.


    Christina’s mind drifted back through every interaction she’d had with Terrence, focusing particrly on theirst meeting. He was theplete opposite of loyal. If she had to describe him, he screamed yer from head to toe—the kind who probably had a different woman for every day of the week.


    He handled women like they were disposable ythings, to be used and discarded when he got bored. So how did someone like that build a reputation as a devoted lover? Maybe he had never actually fallen in love with anyone. Perhaps he’d just grown tired of his usual games and wanted to try ying house for a while.


    Meanwhile, at the Scott Group headquarters, Edwin burst through the CEO’s office like a man possessed. “Mr. Scott! We’ve got a major problem!”


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    Dn’s eyebrows pulled together in that dangerous way that made grown men nervous. He dropped his pen onto the desk with deliberate precision and fixed…


    Dn fixed Edwin with a look that could freeze hell over. “This better be worth interrupting me for. I’m talking end-of-the-world-level emergency here.”


    Edwin’s words tumbled out in a frantic rush. “It is! Miss Jones is in serious trouble!”


    “What?” The word exploded from Dn’s lips as he shot up from his chair so fast it nearly toppled backward. His usual iron control cracked like a dam bursting, raw panic flooding his features.


    Without thinking, Dn took a long, determined stride toward the door, his entire body coiled with the desperate need to find Christina and make sure she was safe. His hands shook violently as he fumbled for his phone. Each breath came short and shallow, his heart hammering against his ribs like it was trying to escape.<fn2340> This update is avable on find[f]ovel</fn2340>


    “Mr. Scott, hold on! Don’t go running off yet,” Edwin practically sprinted across the office, clutching his tablet like a lifeline. “You need to see what’s trending online first. Trust me, you’ll want to know what we’re dealing with.”


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