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    Christina stepped forward, eyes locked on her. “When I lost my original design drafts, it was you who found them, wasn’t it?”


    Ynda froze. Her re turned icy.


    “You knew all along,” she spat. “You waited until you had enough dirt to bury me!?”


    Christina let out a quiet, coldugh. “Bury you? No. I just wanted the truth out there. You’re the one who giarized, not me. I’m just setting the record straight.”


    Ynda’s voice cracked as she snapped back, “Why? Why go after me like this? Is it because you’re still bitter I took your man? That he chose me?”


    Christina raised an eyebrow, cool as ever. “Funny. You guys are the ones who made that stupid bet, not me. And don’t forget, you still owe me a hundred million.” Then she smirked. “As for the man…”


    Brendon’s chest tightened at that. He couldn’t tear his eyes off Christina.


    Was this it? Was this the moment he’d been waiting for? Had she really done all this… to win him back?


    In the very next instant, Brendon’s fragile hopes copsed, leaving him hollow.


    “A man who shifts so easily isn’t worth my attention. If you’re content collecting what others discard, then keep him. I certainly won’t,” Christina said evenly.


    To her, life offered endless pursuits, and men were never the only ones. Whenever someone left her world, it only signaled that someone better was meant to enter.


    Brendon had never stood by her with conviction, nor had he stood by Ynda.


    From start to finish, the only choice he truly made was himself. His greatest concern had always been his own interests.


    From his seat, Brendon’s face grew darker. Many of those around him who knew his identity smirked, their eyes full of derision.


    “How dare you describe Brendon like that? He’s the best man alive, and I won’t let you insult him! I knew him before you ever did—you forced him into marriage back then!” Ynda tried to shift the focus.


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    Christina remained still, not bothering to repeat what she had already made clear.


    “Since Ynda’s giarism has been proven beyond dispute, I demand a press conference where she apologizes publicly—and that she be permanently removed from the fashion industry.”


    Ynda’s face drained of color, rage twisting her features. Her voice was shrill and grating. “Christina! You’re doing this on purpose! You want to destroy me!”


    “You’re only facing the oue of your own actions. I didn’t force you into it,” Christina replied coolly.


    “You’ll never make me bow before the public!” Ynda hissed through clenched teeth.


    She knew a ban was unavoidable, and there was nothing she could do.


    But her voice was her own, and if she refused to apologize, no one could force her to speak.


    “It’s your choice. But understand the cost—if I sue you for infringement, the Dawson Group will fall with you. After all, you’re now Brendon’s partner,” Christina said lightly.


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