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    Her n was to secretly win Terrence back by pretending to be Christina, making sure he never found out what she had done to the real one.


    She had already taken huge risks, but after alerting Christina, she knew it would be hard to find another chance like this again. The more she thought about it, the more her anger and frustration grew.


    Her n would have worked perfectly if Christina had just drunk that cup of spiked coffee.


    How did Christina even know the coffee was drugged?


    Besty believed her n was wless, unaware that she had exposed herself after the car ident, which had made Christina suspicious.


    Christina hadn’t gone to the café out of naivety. She went because she was bored and curious to see what game Besty was ying.


    Besty clenched her jaw. Her men grew restless, waiting for her signal to strike and ambush Christina.


    The next moment, Besty felt something cold against her neck, then a sudden sting. A warm liquid began to trickle down. It was blood.AdChoicesADVERTISING


    Her neck had been cut. She was bleeding.


    Panic hit her. “Stay back! All of you, stay back!” Besty shouted to her men.


    She never imagined Christina would actually attack her. It caught herpletely off guard.


    “Take this as a warning,” Christina said coldly, leaning close to her ear. “If you try this again, you won’t live to see the morning.”


    Christina’s calm tone made it even worse. It sent a chill down Besty’s spine and froze the blood in her veins.AdChoicesADVERTISING


    She genuinely thought Christina was insane, even more unhinged than her.


    “I get it,” Besty stuttered, her voice shaky.


    “I’ll be taking my five million inpensation,” Christina said tly.


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    Besty had nned to send the money herself, then report Christina for extortion.AdChoicesADVERTISING


    If she could get Christina locked up, she’d pay someone inside to finish Christina’s life. That would solve everything.


    But Christina didn’t say a word. Besty waited, tense, but nothing came.


    “I’ll give you the money,” Besty blurted out, unable to hold back any longer.


    “No need,” Christina said coolly. “I’ll collect it myself.”


    Christina had already grabbed Besty and was backing her toward the door.


    “Since we’re both women, I’ll let this slide,” Christina said, her voice icy. “But touch me again, and I swear I’ll blow your head open like a watermelon.”


    As soon as she finished, her eyes went cold. In one brutal move, she twisted both of Besty’s arms out of their sockets before anyone could react.


    Besty froze, stunned, not even realizing what had just happened. Then the pain hit, sharp and blinding. She gasped, her vision went dark, and she nearly copsed.


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