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    “I have nothing to exin. Think what you want—I honestly don’t care.” Christina wasn’t interested in wasting her breath. No matter how much she said, they’d twist her words into something malicious anyway.


    “Christina! What’s wrong with you? Staying quiet only makes you look guilty!” Ynda’s voice wasced with calcted concern, as if she truly wanted to defend Christina’s name.


    “Ynda, don’t forget—she was the one who snatched my brother from you back then. Why are you still defending her? If it hadn’t been for her, you and Brendon would probably have had kids by now.” Katie’s anger red as she red at Ynda. Ynda was far too naive and softhearted, always quick to defend Christina.


    “Katie,” Ynda faltered deliberately, her voice trailing off, the rest of her sentence lost to hesitation.


    The onlookers, none of whom knew the truth, instinctively sided with Ynda. To them, she was the wronged woman—gentle, loyal, and hurt.


    The wives from wealthy families, in particr, had no tolerance for homewreckers. They shot daggers at Christina with their eyes, their faces tight with judgment.


    “Hah! How did a homewrecker like her even get into Margot’s birthday party? She should leave—before she displeases Margot and ruins the mood.”


    “Just look at her—one of those sultry types who knows exactly how to lure men in. Ladies, better keep your husbands close, or she might reel them in before you blink.”


    “She needs to show that invitation and exin how she got it. Or else, someone call the Scott family and have her thrown out!”


    Thatst suggestion ignited a wave of support, and soon, the voices demanding Christina’s removal grew louder, more forceful.


    Christina narrowed her eyes, her patience thinning. She was ready to strike back, but then, from behind her, amanding voice cut through the noise, icy and sharp enough to silence the room.


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    “Who here is so eager to see Christina gone?” The voice that rang out carried an undeniable authority, instantly turning every head.


    Robin appeared in the doorway, a deep purple suit sculpting his frame and lending him a regal air. Tall and poised, he possessed a sharp elegance that made it impossible not to notice him. The tailored suit only heightened his allure, giving his features an almost cinematic quality.


    Earlier, Robin had found a subtle way to ask about Christina’s choice of dress. Once he discovered she’d be invender, he made a deliberate decision to have a matching suit crafted for the asion. Side by side, they presented a striking, coordinated image—one that left no room for doubt in any observer’s mind.


    “Isn’t that Robin, the Miller heir? His family is the wealthiest in Kitaso. Why is he standing up for a woman scorned by society?”


    Some voices rose in disbelief. “You think Robin’s actually with her? That’s impossible. Who would expect him to be interested in a divorcee?”


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