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    “Look at this!” Katie shoved her phone under his nose, breaking through his dark thoughts. “Christina’s sugar daddy just bought her another toy—an Aston Martin this time!”


    “Brendon, you have to stay away from her, or you’ll end up as the biggest fool in the city,” Katie continued her lecture, but Brendon wasn’t listening anymore.


    Brendon’s attention wasser-focused on the photo, his hand slowly curling into a fist. His knuckles went white with the force of his grip. So Christina’s mysterious benefactor showered her with mansions and supercars. No wonder she walked around like she could have anything she wanted. But who was this man? Who had enough money to treat million-dor cars like casual gifts? Could any man really tolerate her being involved with other men? At Margot’s birthday party, she’d had the audacity to flirt with Dn, and there were whispers about her involvement with three other men. What kind of man would put up with that level of drama andpetition?


    Brendon couldn’t fathom that Dn was the one spoiling Christina. It was even more impossible to believe that someone of Dn’s stature would be content securing a corner within her heart. Dn would dly ept any role in Christina’s life, no matter how small, as long as it meant staying by her side. Her happiness mattered more to him than his pride—more than anything else in his carefully constructed world.


    “There’s no doubt that Ynda will take first ce in the Global Fashion Design Competition this year,” Katie murmured. “Once Allison epts Ynda as a protégé, the Dawson Group will see incredible benefits from that connection.”


    Brendon’s forehead creased with a slight frown as he nodded. “You’re absolutely right.”


    He figured that Katie had hit the nail on the head. Having someone with Allison’s reputation and connections would give the Dawson Group a tremendous edge over itspetitors.<fn3e9f> Official source is find?novel</fn3e9f>


    Word on the street was that Allison was the judge of this year’s Global Fashion Design Competition and would handpick the most talented designers, offering them the rare opportunity to study under her guidance.


    Katie was just opening her mouth to continue the conversation when her phone suddenly started ringing. “Wait, that’s strange. Ynda should be upstairs in her bedroom right now. Why is she calling me?”


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    She quickly swiped to answer the call, but the color drained from her face the instant she heard what was on the other end. “Ynda? Ynda, are you there?” The line wentpletely silent.


    Katie’s voice rose with panic as she called out, “Brendon! Something’s wrong with Ynda! She’s having another attack!”


    Without hesitation, Katie and Brendon both bolted toward the stairs. When they crashed through the bedroom door, they found Ynda writhing in agony, her body twisting as she rolled off the bed onto the floor.


    “Ynda!” Brendon’s face went white as he rushed to her side, raw concern written all over his features.


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