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    “It was Jett who started it,” na dered, her voice steady. “He mocked and insulted these threedies right from the start. And Mrs. Lopez only made it worse—calling them ‘hillbillies’ and saying they reeked of poverty.”


    na gathered her courage, swallowing hard before continuing. “Jett and Mrs. Lopez insulted thesedies first, tossing around ugly names and putting them down. All they wanted was a simple apology, but instead, Jett and Mrs. Lopez twisted the facts in front of you, Mr. Scott. They shifted the me onto the victims and demanded punishment for something they didn’t do. I’m telling the truth. If you find any part of my story false, I’ll ept any consequence. I just want thesedies to get the fairness they deserve.


    na didn’t get to finish. Jaida’s hand shot out, aiming a p straight for na’s cheek.


    “Enough from you! Someone needs to remind you of your ce!” Jaida snapped.


    Instinct took over—na recoiled, but before the blow couldnd, Christina intercepted Jaida’s wrist, stopping her mid-swing.<fnf234> Get full chapters from f?ndnovel</fnf234>


    Breathless, na whispered, “Thank you.” Without that quick save, Jaida’s p would have left more than just a sting.


    “Let me go!” Jaida eximed, her anger ring.


    Christina’s eyes narrowed with icy resolve as she shoved Jaida’s hand away, sending her stumbling backward. Jaida nearly lost her footing, only managing to stay upright with the help of Brad and Jett, who rushed to steady her.


    “How dare you touch me, you little slut!” Jaida snarled, her face flushed with outrage. Furious, she lunged at Christina, arm swinging high, ready tond a p in retaliation.


    “Smack!” The sharp crack of a p rang out—Christina’s hand connecting hard with Jaida’s cheek.


    “I not only dared to push you, but I dared to p you too,” Christina said coolly, holding Jaida’s wrist in a vice.


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    Jaida’sposure shattered. “How dare youy a hand on me? My husband runs the Lopez Group—you must have a death wish!” she screamed, all pretense gone.


    Brad and Jett lunged to her rescue, but Christina didn’t hesitate—one swift kick each sent them sprawling to the floor.


    Jaida’s face twisted in disbelief and rage. “Unbelievable! You pull this in front of Mr. Scott? Are you out of your mind? You must not have the slightest respect for him!”


    “You think I hold no respect for Mr. Scott, and I won’t argue with that,” Christina remarked with startling ease, as though she were simplymenting on the weather.


    The crowd gasped in unison, their collective breath taken away in disbelief. This woman dared to utter such words right before Dn himself? Who on earth was she? Or was this nothing more than a daring ploy, an attempt to snare Dn’s attention with reckless bravado?


    “Mr. Scott, she has just confessed to her bold insolence,” Jaida dered in a tone that feigned humility. “She does not veil her disrespect for you.”


    Dn’s face remained a mask of stone, betraying nothing—his expression like a sealed book that none could read. In truth, he hardly cared whether Christina respected him or not. If her heart found joy, then nothing else weighed on him.


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