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    She ran the clock in her head, calcting how much longer she needed to keep them talking.


    Christina drew in a slow breath. If it weren’t for her cousin’s safety, she’d have sent every one of those men straight to their graves. She’d wipe out not just the thugs in front of her, but the whole damned Lloyd n.


    It was time the Lloyd Group vanished from Jasgow.


    Dn acknowledged her order and ended the call. Then he told the driver to stop and turned his attention to the Lloyd family situation first.


    He nned to find someone built like Darian and use him to bluff his way through.


    Howard, for reasons he couldn’t name, felt a prickling unease that grew sharper by the second. By contrast, the young woman before him was unnervinglyposed.


    “Aren’t you scared I’ll just kill you?” Howard sneered, his old eyes narrowing as he tried to probe her.


    “Well…” Christina shrugged coolly. “Death’sing for us all. I’m perfectly capable of taking you down—and your precious grandson won’t survive either.”


    She flicked her gaze toward the bodies scattered on the ground.


    “If I die, I’m taking you with me.”


    Christina remained calm, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile as she yed Howard’s psychological game with practiced ease.


    If the vi’s living room hadn’t been so vast and open, she wouldn’t have needed to stall for this long. The distance between them made it impossible for her to use poison directly, leaving her no choice but to bide her time—waiting for a single slip, a fleeting instant of carelessness when she could strike swiftly and without mercy.


    Now that there was a hostage involved, she had to tread carefully.


    “A man’sing over with someone slung on his shoulder—it looks like Mr. Darian Lloyd…” One of the men rushed in, breathless, reporting to Howard.


    “Keep watch on them. I’ll go confirm his identity,” Howard ordered, turning to leave.


    In that split second, Ophelia suddenly lunged toward the one-eyed man beside her.


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    Christina moved like lightning. Each shot was sharp, deliberate, and fatal. The one-eyed man and his two guards dropped before they even understood what had happened.


    Her precision was terrifying, her aim unerring. They didn’t even have time to blink, let alone fight back.


    Howard survived only because one of his men threw himself in front of him, taking the bullet meant for Howard.


    But Christina didn’t hesitate. She raised her gun again and fired straight at Howard.


    The moment her bullet left the barrel, Howard pulled his trigger too, the shot aimed directly at Ophelia.


    “Ophelia!” Christina’s cry tore through the air as she surged forward, powerless to stop it.


    Ophelia’s body jerked as the bullet struck her abdomen, crimson blooming across her clothes.


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