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    Christina gave a faint shake of her head.


    “There are feelings, yes, but his motives aren’t that simple. By putting on such a public spectacle, he left himself no way out. If he had failed, that carefully crafted image of being a devoted man would’ve shattered. Worse, it would’ve dragged the Dawson Group’s reputation through the mud.”


    She continued, “Instead of admiration, people would have mocked. Critics would have used his failure to meet the King’s demands to tear the Dawson Group apart, which would have caused a much bigger hit. Think about it. Those shipping them are massive in number; the Dawson Group’s stock prices have gone up, new contracts are pouring in… Who stands to gain the most from all of this?”


    Hearing Christina’s analysis, Davina instantly caught on.


    “I get it now! He wasn’t just doing it for love—he was ying it for profit, both for himself and thepany.”


    In other words, Brendon’s so-called devotion to Ynda was tainted heavily with self-interest.


    Davina let out a contemptuous snort.


    “Ha! And here I thought he was madly in love. His great feelings for his precious Ynda stille after himself.”


    “Affection is there, but in a world where profit drives everything, true, selfless love is painfully rare.”


    As she spoke, the image of Dn’s strikingly handsome face rose unbidden in her mind.


    Christina didn’t know if Dn might change in the future, but one thing she was sure of—right now, his love for her was real, and it was all in.


    The future? That was anyone’s guess. Honestly, she didn’t want to waste time worrying about something she couldn’t control.


    She just wanted to enjoy what she had—the present moment, the happiness.


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    “What kind of model are you looking for? Do you need my help?” Davina asked.


    “Thanks, but I can handle it,” Christina replied. “I’m thinking someone with a bit of experience, but still kind of fresh. I’ll find one myself.”


    “Alright, sounds good.” Davina nodded, confident in her. “When you win that championship, dinner’s on me—Morfort Restaurant.”


    “You got it,” Christina said with a rxed smile, her tone easy, but her eyes sharp with determination.


    She was in it to win—and she fully believed she could pull it off without breaking a sweat.


    As for Ynda and where she ended up ranking? That wasn’t even on Christina’s radar.


    Meanwhile, over in a private hospital suite, Brendon sat at Ynda’s bedside, watching her lie there unconscious, her face pale, worry written all over his own.


    “Brendon… didn’t Ynda take the meds King gave her like she was supposed to?” Katie asked, her voice tight with frustration.


    “Then how’d she rpse? We’ve been yed, haven’t we?”


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