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    Ynda’s and Katie’s voices rose in rm as they rushed forward to catch him, their faces nched with fear.


    “Someone, help!” Margot’s voice rang out sharply as she signaled for security. “Assist them in getting Mr. Dawson to the car and tell the driver to take him to the hospital at once.”


    While someone hoisted Brendon to his feet, Katie leveled a re brimming with fury at Christina. In her mind, it was entirely this venomous woman’s fault—she had riled Brendon so badly that blood spilled from his lips.


    Not far away, a guest muttered with thinly veiled contempt, “Coughing up blood at someone else’s birthday party—what an extraordinary way of garnering attention.”


    Katie felt madness bubbling up at the words. She spun to re at the offender butcked the strength to snap back. These people delighted in trampling others when they were down.


    Inside, Katie swore that once she made a name for herself, she would make sure every one of them was repaid in full. Her fists clenched tight, she gritted her teeth and tugged hard on Ynda’s arm. “Let’s go.”


    Ynda gave a short nod. “Okay.”


    Though Ynda loathed leaving, staying was not an option. The oil painting the Dawson family had presented to Margot was a counterfeit, and that alone left her burning with shame. If she lingered, it would only give the socialites more reason to sneer. Worse still, the seller of that painting had been rmended by her own…


    Parents. Once the Dawson family learned of it, they might believe that she and her family had deliberately engineered the humiliation.


    Ynda’s thoughts churned with unease, yet there was nothing she could do for now. She would have to tread carefully and y her hand with caution.


    When the three finally left, the scene drew to a close.


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    After the mess was cleaned away, the birthday banquet resumed as though nothing had happened.


    “Mr. Cruz, if you have urgent matters to attend to, perhaps you should head back first. I’ll be in touch,” Christina said gently, noticing how Magnus had checked his watch more than once.


    “Why still call me that? I’m your student now—formality is wasted on me,” Magnus replied with a fawning grin.


    Christina gave a lightugh. “Mr. Cruz, forgive me, but I can’t indulge that wish. You are an elder, after all.”


    “Alright then.” Magnus inclined his head and then turned to raise his voice toward Margot. “Happy birthday, Margot. Something pressing hase up, so I’ll take my leave.”


    Before departing, he produced his phone and addressed Christina. “Let’s exchange contact information. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”


    “Okay.” Christina epted without hesitation, trading details with him.


    Christina had barely stepped out of the restroom when a tall figure materialized beside her. There was something hauntingly familiar about the dangerous energy radiating from him.


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