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    She was hoping that if Christina starteding around again, she could slowly push Ynda out and maybe even rekindle something between Christina and Brendon. She couldn’t let that maniptive Ynda sink her ws any deeper into the Dawson family and cause their downfall—not if Christina could help it.


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    She knew better than to ept “free” gifts—there was always a price, especially from people like Joselyn.


    Joselyn was fuming inside, but she forced herself to stayposed. She had walked in so sure of herself, thinking a few sweet words and shy gifts would be enough to win Christina back. After all, Christina had practically begged to marry her son back then because he was exceptional. But now, Christina was shutting her down without a second thought.


    “Christina, why are you acting like this? If you’re still upset, I’m sorry. For Bethel’s sake, don’t hold this against me.”


    Joselyn forced a smile, certain that invoking Bethel’s name would soften Christina’s heart.


    “Don’t use Bethel to manipte me. You should leave now.” Christina rose to her feet abruptly, her voice edged with steel.


    Aylin immediately stepped forward, her gesture courteous but firm. “Mrs. Dawson, this way, please.”


    “Christina, how can you be so cold? You lived under our roof for three whole years. How could you be so ungrateful? Bethel even gave you our family mansion…” Joselyn’s tone brimmed with grievance.


    “Aylin, show her out,” Christina ordered icily. “If she refuses, call security to throw her out.”


    “You! Unbelievable!” Joselyn spat, her chest rising and falling in fury.


    “Thanks for thepliment, Mrs. Dawson,” Christina replied with a faint, mocking smile.


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    Joselyn, fuming and at a loss for words, turned on her heel to leave.


    “Wait.”


    Christina’s voice rang out behind her, stopping Joselyn in her tracks. A wave of smug satisfaction washed over Joselyn, a smile creeping across her lips. She knew it—Christina couldn’t possibly resist her son. That girl was only pretending to y hard to get.


    “Christina, I knew you’de around—”


    Before she could finish, a bag was suddenly hurled at her. Startled, she caught it instinctively. It was the luxury bag, elegantly wrapped.


    “What are you doing?” Joselyn asked, bewildered.


    “Take your gift and your bank card back,” Christina said tly, motioning to Aylin. Aylin stepped forward, picked up the card, and pressed it firmly into Joselyn’s hand.


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