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    Brendon had fallen for Christina before he even noticed it himself.


    Ynda bowed her head slightly; a single tear traced down her cheek.


    When she raised her head, her eyes burned with venom. Any woman who tried to steal her man—Ynda believed—deserved to die.


    Three dayster, Dn sat at the center of an important meeting, papers andptops spread across the table.


    Suddenly, his phone buzzed. Dn snatched it up instantly and answered without a second thought. Everyone in the conference room froze, their eyes darting at each other, unsure what to do, but no one spoke.


    Nobody could recall the first time Dn had started bringing his phone into meetings. Phones were strictly forbidden in the conference room—Dn included. His device had always been kept by Edwin. If an urgent call came in, Edwin handled it first, deciding whether it was serious enough to break the meeting.


    Dn barely brought the phone to his ear when Christina’s distressed voice broke through.


    “The kitchen… it exploded…” Her voice was soft and fragile, carrying an unmistakable sense of helplessness.


    Dn jumped to his feet, his heart thudding so hard he felt it in his throat.


    “Are you hurt? Get an ambnce immediately!”


    He was already racing toward the door, face tight with fear, before anyone could even react.


    Edwin was the first to speak. “That’s all for today’s meeting,” he said firmly.


    No sooner had he said it than Edwin was on Dn’s heels. Judging by Dn’s panic, Christina must have been seriously hurt—he wouldn’t be summoning an ambnce otherwise.


    The moment they left, whispers filled the room.


    “Was it a family member? Mr. Scott looked terrified—and he called an ambnce. It has to be serious.”


    “I doubt it’s a rtive. He never brought his phone in before. I heard he’s getting married soon—probably his wife.”


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    “No wonder he’s so protective. She must be the only person he truly cares about. I’d love to know what kind of woman could make him feel like that.”


    While the office murmured in spection, Dn was already…


    Sliding into his car, Dn quickly spoke. “I’ve already called an ambnce. Don’t be afraid—I’ming,” he said, frowning as he gave Edwin a sharp look. “Step on it.”


    “Yes, Mr. Scott!” Edwin shouted, pressing the elerator even harder.


    Dn heard Christina’s voice, soft but firm. “I’m not hurt. No ambnce needed. Just take it easy—drive safe.”


    She’d insisted over and over that she was fine, that she hadn’t even been in the kitchen during the st—but Dn couldn’t take her word for it. A tight, sickening dread twisted in his chest—what if she was just saying that to stop him from panicking?


    Guilt wed at him. Why the hell had he let her even step near the kitchen? If she hadn’t been making him dinner, she wouldn’t have been anywhere near danger.


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