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    Once everyone had settled into the living room, Joselyn gave Ynda a sneaky little wink.


    Ynda flinched slightly, clearly not eager to move from her seat. Why her? Wasn’t it supposed to be Katie doing the dirty work?<fnc41b> This content belongs to f?ndnovel</fnc41b>


    “Ouch… My stomach hurts…” Katie suddenly groaned, clutching her stomach as if in real agony. “I need to use the bathroom.” She shot Ynda a pointed nce and added, “Ynda,e with me.”


    Ynda didn’t want to get herself involved, but she had no choice but to go along with the act. “You must’ve eaten something bad. I warned you not to eat just anything, but you never listen,” she said quickly, her tone filled with measured worry but subtlyced with scolding, as she rushed to help Katie up.


    Christina shot a casual, almost unnoticeable nce toward Aylin.


    That single look was all Aylin needed to understand exactly what Christina expected of her.


    “Katie and Ynda are thick as thieves. They go everywhere together—like shadows,” Christina remarked lightly, distracting Joselyn.


    At the same time, Aylin quietly slipped away to tail Katie and Ynda, who were supposedly headed for the bathroom.


    Joselyn noticed nothing suspicious. She just assumed Christina was bitter about how close Katie and Ynda were.


    Honestly, Joselyn thought it made perfect sense. In her eyes, Ynda’s family was miles ahead of Christina’s. More importantly, Ynda got along splendidly with the Dawson family. Unlike Christina—no matter how hard she tried, she never seemed to fit in.


    To Joselyn, Christina was crude and inferior, totally unworthy of someone like Brendon. Of course, Christina would be jealous of Ynda.


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    With an air of superiority, Joselyn sipped her coffee as if she were sitting on a throne. She ced her cup back down and remarked with a smug little smirk, “Naturally. Ynda’s background, her character, her talent—they all shine. She’s brilliant in every way. The only woman good enough for my son. Once she wins the global designpetition this year, she’ll have the chance to apprentice under Allison.”


    She paused deliberately before continuing, as if offering a precious nugget of knowledge. “Allison is a world-famous fashion design master. Do you know what an honor it is to be her protégé? Every design prodigy dreams of it.”


    Before Christina could get a single word in, Joselyn let out a condescendingugh. “I must be losing my mind, even bothering to tell you all this. What could someone like you possibly know? A caregiver who handles the grunt work wouldn’t know the first thing about fashion.”


    The more Joselyn ran her mouth, the more Bethel’s expression darkened.


    But Christina just kept smiling, utterly unfazed. She watched Joselyn gloat like some deluded queen—and in her eyes, it was pureedy. For someone like them, bing Allison’s protégé might be the pinnacle of achievement. If only they knew that she wasn’t some background yer—she was Allison’s mentor. If they found out, they’d probably faint from shock on the spot.


    As far as Christina was concerned, Joselyn’s mocking tone and smug arrogance only made her look ridiculous—a self-important clown putting on a show.


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