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    “I heard Dn’s going to be here tonight. And the heirs from the Graham, Hubbard, and Miller families too. Who do you think she’s targeting?”


    “Ha! That vixen would justtch onto whoever throws her a nce. Those men from the families you just listed? You seriously think she gets to pick? Please. Maybe that woman-chasing Graham yboy will go for her, but if shends anyone from the Scott, Hubbard, or Miller families, I’ll eat my hat.”<fne77c> The source of th?s content is find?novel</fne77c>


    Meanwhile, some socialites who weren’t interested in those bachelors harbored no hostility toward Christina. Their eyes lit up in admiration, wanting to sing her praises like they were admiring a work of art.


    Ynda gave Katie a subtle nce. Seeing Katie fuming with rage, she leaned in and muttered deliberately, “I wonder who slipped Christina an invitation.” Ynda pulled Katie aside and continued in a low tone only they could hear, “Katie, most people here don’t know Christina’s job as the Scott family’s caregiver. We have to keep it a secret.”


    Katie blinked, and Ynda leaned closer, lowering her voice even further. “She’s just an adopted daughter—booted out of the bankrupt Jones family. And she’s divorced. You think she wants that aired in public? Of course not. So, keep it to ourselves.”


    At that, Katie’s eyes glinted with malicious glee. An idea had taken root. She brushed Ynda’s hand off and sashayed toward Christina, her lips curled into a syrupy smile. “Oh my! Isn’t this my brother’s ex-wife?” she called out deliberately, her voice carrying across the room.


    Heads turned. More guests paused, curious. People loved drama—especially when it was someone else’s. Those who didn’t care simply strolled away, not wanting to waste their time.


    “Christina, you look absolutely radiant tonight! I didn’t expect that even after the Jones family went bankrupt in Kitaso, you’d still have enough cash for such a glow-up.” Then, as if struck by sudden realization, Katie brought a hand to her mouth and gasped theatrically. “Oh! That’s right. You were kicked out of the Jones family ages ago, so where’d the moneye from? Hadn’t the Dawson family given you some funds? Please don’t tell me you blew it all at thatst auction.”


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    Katie gave an exaggerated sigh, though the smugness in her tone was impossible to miss. “Poor Christina. You spent everything on jewelry and paintings at that auction, didn’t you? This outfit must’ve been sponsored by some sugar daddy. Is he the one who got you in here tonight? Because really, how else would someone like you—a caregiver of the Scott family—score an invite to Margot’s birthday banquet?”


    Katie let the words tumble out in rapid fire, each one designed to drag Christina’s name through the mud. She aimed to sway the crowd, to paint Christina as a shallow, money-grubbing woman who relied on men for status and sparkle.


    Katie lifted her chin with smug satisfaction—right before she caught sight of Christina raising her hand. Startled, she thought it was a p aimed straight at her.


    Letting out a high-pitched yelp that shattered any trace ofposure, Katie spun around and ran. She’d been pped so many times in her life by Christina that she’d developed a reflex to flee.


    In her panic, she tripped over the hem of her pink gown and crashed to the floor in a heap. “Aaah!” she shrieked.


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