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    With that, she turned and walked off with Davina.


    Muchter, Christina discovered that after the Jones Group had crumbled, Yvonne had managed to worm her way up thedder, using her unborn twins totch onto Moss and even seeding in driving Alexa away.


    “That vile woman!” Moss hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with fury as he watched Christina disappear into the entrance of the restaurant.<fn4f24> Newest update provided by f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fn4f24>


    Yvonne clung to his arm, her voice sugar-sweet and soothing. “Don’t be mad, darling. Christina didn’t mean it.”


    “I don’t care what it takes, but you will find a way to bring her to my bed. I want to make her pay dearly. My son deserves revenge!” Moss snarled, his voiceced with venom. Christina had made his son impotent, rendering the Glyn bloodline at risk of dying out. There was no way he was letting her off the hook.


    “But… You saw the way she treated me earlier. She wouldn’t even speak to me,” Yvonne mumbled, her eyes reddening.


    She realized she couldn’t go after Christina, at least not now. That lunatic might turn around and hurt the babies in her womb. And this pregnancy—the twins—they were her lifeline, her ticket to securing her ce as thedy of the Glyn family. She had to protect them at all costs. She’d have to wait—either until the twins were born safely or until Moss dropped dead and handed over everyst Glyn asset to her. Only then could she deal with Christina.


    At her words, Moss was about to erupt, but one nce at her swollen belly made his rage simmer down. She was carrying twins. If anything happened to them, the Glyn family would truly end with him. That was why he’d dumped his first wife without so much as a blink and married Yvonne instead.


    “Forget it. I’ll deal with Christina myself. You just focus on taking care of the babies. If anything happens to them, I’ll make sure you regret it!” Moss growled, his face dark with menace.


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    “Understood,” Yvonne murmured meekly.


    As Yvonne walked away hand in hand with Moss toward the Morfort Restaurant, her eyes sparkled with a quiet, simmering malice.


    Across the street, a in ck SUV sat quietly, almost blending into the surroundings. Inside, a man watched the entire scene unfold, his gaze cold and sharp as ice.


    Dn withdrew his icy gaze, pulled out his phone, and made a quick call. He gave a few curt instructions, his tone t, and hung up right after.


    “Let’s go.” His voice was cold, leaving no room for discussion.


    Ralphy, who was behind the wheel, nced at him. “If you’re this worried about Christina, why not just go see her?”


    “We’ll see her at the auction tomorrow,” Dn said, barely moving his lips. “Drive.”


    Ralphy gave him a long look, then let out a quiet sigh and started the engine.


    He knew better than to argue.


    Soon, the low-key ck SUV rolled off into the distance.


    Mack and Liza had just arrived at the Morfort Restaurant when they spotted Yvonne and Moss being escorted out of the entrance. Startled, they hurried over. “What happened?”


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