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    And besides all that, they had an unstable, screaming liability ticking away right under their own roof.


    When that disaster finally hit, not one person in their family was going to escape without being seriously messed up.


    Their own spoiled child was the liability. A monster they had personally created. When he eventually brought the entire family down, they would have only their bad decisions to me.


    He was a crazy, out-of-control betting addict who never, ever learned. He had long since lost any shred of basic human decency.


    He had almost ruined them financially before, and his next move was going to be ten times more destructive.


    Just to ce one more bet, he would sell his own mother’s liver and not think twice about it.


    Christina didn’t need to get her hands dirty with murder. Bad luck wasing for them anyway. But before they were wiped out by their own terrible karma, she intended to make sure they suffered deeply.


    She was going to make them take the poison she had personally mixed. That was the harsh bill for trying to plot her destruction.


    When the Reynolds couple heard Christina coolly state she was going to shut down their entire business, they frozepletely, like statues, for a split second.


    Then, driven by uncontroble rage, they both lunged at Christina, screaming their heads off.


    “I’ll murder you, you bitch!”


    “You absolute psycho! How dare you trash ourpany—you’ll pay for this with your life!”


    They tried to tackle her at the same time, only to be violently knocked off their feet, hitting the floor in quick session. Two sharp, awful cries of pain cut through the tension in the space.


    Jerald and Andrina were left rolling around miserably on the ground, hugging their aching sides, their faces tight with shame and fierce anger.


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    They could not believe that Christina actually dared to kick them! She had be unbelievably arrogant!


    “Guards!” Robin’s shout cracked through the air like a whip—cold, sharp, andmanding.


    Within seconds, the Miller security team burst into the room, boots thudding against the marble floor.


    “Take them away. Turn them over to the police,” Robin ordered, his tone t butced with authority.


    “Yes, sir,” one of the guards answered firmly, gesturing for the others to move.


    Lorraine’sposure shattered. She dropped to her knees, clutching at Celine’s leg with trembling hands, tears streaming down her face. “Celine, please! Don’t do this to me! I’m begging you—just once, forgive me! I’ll change, I promise I will!”


    Celine’s face twisted with pain; her eyes glistening as she tried to steady her breath.


    “Lorraine,” she whispered, her voice soft but final, “I’ve given you chance after chance, and you’ve thrown every one away. This time… I can’t help you anymore.”


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