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    Besty let out a nervousugh. “It expired. I haven’t renewed it yet. And, well… I’m kind of a semi-celebrity. It wouldn’t look good if news of this got around.”


    Christina’s frown deepened. Something about that didn’t add up. Most people in her position would avoid bringing up their fame to keep from being overcharged. But this woman was practically handing her ammunition for ckmail.


    “How would you like to settle this privately?”


    Christina noticed something odd in the woman’s tone, but she let it slide.


    “My SIM card’s broken, and I don’t have inte, so I can’t make a transfer. Why don’t we go to a café and talk about thepensation there?” Besty suggested with a hopeful smile.


    Christina hesitated for a second before nodding. “Alright.”


    Curiosity flickered in her eyes. She wanted to see what this charming woman was really after.


    The moment Christina stepped inside the café, something felt off.


    The atmosphere carried a strange weight, and little details kept tugging at her attention.


    The waiters didn’t act like ordinary staff, and their attitude toward Besty was far too familiar, even though they pretended not to know her.


    That was the real giveaway.


    Unless… this entire ce had been prepared for her.


    Christina’s lips curved slightly, a glint of amusement shing in her eyes.


    She saw through the ruse but chose to y along, wearing the perfect mask of ignorance.


    Across from her, Besty exhaled quietly, her lips curling into a triumphant grin.


    Who would’ve thought Christina would fall for something this simple?


    The woman everyone called clever turned out to be nothing more than a gullible fool. So much for her so-called brilliance.


    Besty’s heart swelled with pride. Everything was going exactly as nned. The café had been bought solely for this scheme, and the “ident” earlier was all staged to lure Christina in.


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    If she had known it would be this easy, she wouldn’t have wasted so much effort.


    Christina sat down with calm grace and ordered atte.


    Besty mirrored her order, her eyes fixed on Christina’s face.


    That was when Christina finally understood what had been nagging her.


    The woman across from her was mimicking her—every tilt of her head, every subtle motion, every word.


    Was it on purpose?


    Why, though?


    Christina frowned slightly, her mind ticking fast, though her voice remained even.


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