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    “Mr. Scott, her arrogance is unbearable,” Jett interjected, seizing the moment. “You cannot let her escape unpunished.”


    Humiliated by Christina’s brutal kick before so many witnesses, Jett burned with a thirst for retribution.


    For Brad, being struck down by a woman was not simply painful—it was a blow to his pride. Such an insult was too bitter to swallow. He straightened himself, speaking with forced deference. “Mr. Scott, if she goes unpunished, it might encourage more people to act arrogantly in front of you. How then will you keep your authority intact?”


    “Do I need you to teach me how to rule?” Dn’s voice cut through the air like a whip, leaving Brad tongue-tied and drenched in nervous sweat.


    Jett and Jaida mped their lips shut—one wrong word might fan the mes of Dn’s wrath.


    “On the surface, I may not respect Mr. Scott,” Christina said sweetly, her voice dripping with deliberate charm. “But I do keep him in my heart.” Her lips curved into a smile.


    At that, Dn’s heart stumbled in its rhythm; even hisshes fluttered. A smile threatened hisposure, tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew all too well she was ying a part for the crowd’s sake. Yet, against all reason, her words warmed him like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. He cherished such tender phrases—if only she would utter them more often.


    Jaida and the others were dumbstruck, floored by Christina’s sudden change in tone. She was openly trying to bewitch Dn! But everyone knew his disdain for women who attempted seduction. This time, surely, she had sealed her own doom—no miracle would intervene.<fn334f> Checktest chapters at find{n}ovel</fn334f>


    Jett, Brad, and Jaida exchanged smug nces, already anticipating Christina’s downfall.


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    “Mr. Scott, don’t be fooled. They do not truly respect you, despite their words,” Christina said softly, with a deliberate hint of coyness in her voice. “What they parade as respect is nothing more than a painted mask. Beneath it lies dissatisfaction they dare not voice.”


    Behind Christina, Chloe and Eloise shared a knowing nce, stifling theirughter.


    Jaida’s knees weakened, herplexion turning ashen. “Mr. Scott! That’s not true. I never—”


    Jaida bit back her fury, her teeth grinding. How she longed tosh out at Christina. That annoying vixen! Wasn’t Dn supposed to loathe women like her? Why was this woman not facing any consequences?


    “I am not dissatisfied! On the contrary, I am utterly convinced and full of admiration,” Brad hastily said, his sweat dripping like rain.


    “Mr. Scott, I have always esteemed you with the highest regard, without a trace ofint,” Jett chimed in, though unease gnawed at his heart. Deep inside, dissatisfaction festered. Why was fate so cruelly uneven? Why were others born to wealth, while he had nothing? If he hade from the Scott bloodline, he would have eclipsed Dn with ease. In his eyes, Dn was merely fortunate—privileged by birth, not brilliance.


    “For the sake of INQ’s honor, Mr. Scott, I suggest reviewing the surveince footage. It would clear our names and root out the true troublemakers,” Christina proposed with a gentle smile.


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