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    She met his fury without flinching. “I’m not smearing anyone. The Eyes from Heaven your family sent is a fake,” she said, her voice ringing out with crisp, cutting certainty.


    Gasps and whispers filled the room.


    “How could it be? It didn’t look fake.”


    “The nerve of the Dawson family! Sending a counterfeit to the Scotts? Are they insane?”


    “But no one here noticed it was a counterfeit. How did that woman figure it out?”


    Brendon’s grip on Christina’s wrist tightened, his face hard with disbelief. “What good does it do you to nder our family like this?” he hissed. “Do you hate me that much just because I divorced you?”


    “Mr. Dawson, don’t tter yourself,” Christina replied, her voice cold. “I’m merely stating facts.” Her other hand shot up, gripping his wrist like steel. “Let go of my hand,” she warned, her tone icily calm, “or I’ll pop your arm out of its socket.”


    Dn stepped forward to intervene, but Margot raised a hand, stopping him. “Whether it’s fake or not, we’ll know soon enough. Mrs. Cruz is here, isn’t he? Let him examine it and deliver his verdict.”


    “Where is the painting? Let me have a look,” Magnus said, his hands sped behind his back, his tone carrying the weight of authority.


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    Brendon’s grip loosened atst, and Christina yanked her wrist free.


    “Just wait,” Brendon muttered, his voice low and heated. “If it’s not a counterfeit, you’ll regret this.”


    Christina flexed her wrist, azy smirk ying on her lips. “Instead of threatening me, perhaps you should think about how to salvage what’s left of your dignity.” Her words cut like daggers. “After tonight, this is what people will remember—you bragged about spending over five hundred million on a painting, only for it to turn out to be fake. You’ll be aughingstock for many years toe.”


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    “You—” Brendon choked on his anger, his chest tight with rage.


    “What?” Christina’s eyes glinted, her tone dripping with provocation. “Want to hit me for speaking the truth? I can’t help it—I’m just so honest.”


    She had known from the start that the Dawson family’s Eyes from Heaven was fake. The real one was already in her possession. They had pushed her, and she had simply told the truth.


    Christina spoke with such unwavering conviction that it seemed to crush Brendon’s spirits t. Several guests instinctively took a step back, as though afraid Christina might turn her sharp tongue on them next.


    “Mr. Cruz hasn’t even said anything about the authenticity of this oil painting just yet. What makes you so certain the painting is a fake?” Katie stepped forward in defense of her brother, her eyes burning with a heat that seemed ready to scorch Christina on the spot.


    “Of course, I can tell—with these eyes of mine. As a restorer, I have that kind of discernment,” Christina replied smoothly and confidently, her gaze locking on Katie’s with the faintest curl of amusement at the edges. “How about we make a bet?” Christina suggested, her tone almost casual.


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