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    No—it didn’t feel like his doing. Maybe she was imagining things.


    And just as the thought flickered away, someone burst through the door.


    Christina’s brow tightened as she sensed someone moving in the shadows.


    “Mr. Lloyd, someone’sing,” a man panted, hurrying to warn Howard.


    In an instant, Howard raised his pistol and leveled it at Christina.


    At the same time, Christina had her own gun trained on Howard. The two stood locked in a deadly standoff, but Christina remained unnervingly calm, not showing a sliver of fear.


    Herposure threw Howard off. What on earth could she be relying on to stay so cool? Was she counting on backup arriving?


    “You broke your promise!” Howard barked.


    “What do you mean by that?” Christina shot back.


    “Are you going to deny the peopleing up aren’t yours?” Howard snapped, his voice cold and using.


    He had badly misjudged Christina—otherwise he wouldn’t have lost so many men already. He’d assumed a hostage would cow her intopliance, that she’d y it safe.


    Who would have thought she’d rush in single-handedly, daring them to hurt the hostage?


    “Weren’t you the one who wanted to trade the hostage for your grandson?” Christina asked, her voice sharp.


    She guessed the approaching figure might be Dn. Aside from Scarface and his crew, only Dn could have found her so fast—Scarface wouldn’t have made it in time.


    She was stalling, buying seconds for the sedative to take effect on their side. If reinforcements arrived too early, her whole n would copse.


    A faint crease appeared between Christina’s brows. Her timetable had just slipped.


    “Are they bringing my grandson in?” Howard demanded, anxiety seeping through.


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    “First, I need to confirm whether those approaching are my men,” Christina said, pulling out her phone.


    She dialed Dn and put the call on speaker.


    The moment the line connected, she asked, cold as ice, “Did you bring Darian with you?”


    She was counting on the silent coordination she’de to rely on with Dn. If they weren’t in sync, she’d have to fight her way out alone.


    On the other end, after a brief pause, Dn replied, “We’ve got him.”


    “Bring him over, now,” Christina ordered.


    “Only one person is allowed to bring my grandson over—or you’ll all die,” Howard snarled, issuing his own threat. He would have killed the two women already if not for his grandson’s safety. There had been no need to stall otherwise. Once he knew his grandson was safe, he’d make sure none of them walked away.


    “Do as Mr. Lloyd says—bring Darian over,” Christina said into the phone.


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