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    “Hmph!” Magnus’s cold snort cut through the air as his sharp gaze swept over Ynda and the Dawsons.


    Ynda’s cheeks burned with embarrassed frustration, though she dared not voice her displeasure. Her hands curled into tight fists at her sides. What was wrong with these people? How could they all rally behind Christina—that insufferable woman?


    Not ready to let things end there, Brendon added, his voice steeped in false sincerity, “Mr. Cruz, there’s something you don’t know. Christina is my ex-wife. During our three years of marriage, she mostly stayed indoors for household chores. I never once saw her involved in antiquities restoration, nor did she ever speak of it. For all we know, she could be quite adept at spinning a story. If she wants our trust, she needs to prove her im. Should she be a chatan, and you’ve bitten on her bait so easily, your reputation will take a hit when word gets out.”


    Brendon made sure to mention their past marriage, underline Christina’s supposedck of experience in antiquities restoration, and point out the risk to Magnus’s good name. In his mind, his careful phrasing would be enough to sway Magnus.


    His words loosened other tongues, and several guests who had held back now stepped into the fray.


    “Mr. Cruz, we believe in you, but unless that woman can prove herself, she’ll never win our conviction.”


    One more guest stepped forward. “That’s right! If Miss Jones expects us to believe her, she should prove she has the skill to back it up.”


    Once one voice dared to question, others followed suit like a chain reaction. After all, there was no real risk for them—if someone had to answer for itter, it would be the Dawson family.


    “Enough!” Margot’s voice cut through the murmurs, her expression as hard as stone. “We’ll speak no more of this. I have faith in Magnus’s judgment.” Whether Christina was truly the elusive master restorer or not, Margot had already decided to stand by her. Christina was, after all, the woman her grandson had defied his own principles to protect—she would not allow outsiders to trample her.


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    Yes, Margot still hoped Dn would marry Vickie and fulfill Herbert’s final wish, but she wanted that rivalry settled openly and fairly. Schemes and underhanded tricks were beneath her, and she would never support Vickie by tearing Christina down through malice.


    Dn’s eyes flicked toward his grandmother, the faintest trace of a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. She truly was the kindest grandmother a man could ask for, stepping in to shield his crush when needed.


    “I believe Miss Jones is telling the truth,” Dn dered, his tone cold but his stance unwavering.


    Just then, Robin strode in, his voice ringing with urgency. “I also trust Miss Jones’s integrity!”


    “Miss Jones is the savior of the Hubbard family. I have no doubt she speaks honestly,” Elliott chimed in, his voice frosted with seriousness as he stepped forward.<fn9285> Fresh chapters posted on find?novel</fn9285>


    Every gaze in the room shifted toward the two men who had suddenly appeared. They were tall, strikingly handsome, and carried an air of refinement that set them apart as exceptional in every way. Their pedigrees were just as distinguished—yet here they were, rallying to defend Christina, the Dawson family’s supposed outcast.


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