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    “When exactly did I beg you to take me back, Brendon? Don’t tter yourself,” Christina asked, her tone icy, her gaze cutting right through him.


    Brendon’s face darkened, shame and anger twisting together. He wanted to exin, to defend himself, but the words caught in his throat.


    She’d said it right in front of Robin, stripping him of any remaining dignity. If he tried to apologize now, he’d only look more pathetic.


    “You know the truth, Christina. Do I really have to spell it out here for everyone?” Brendon shot back, his tone sharp as ss.


    “The great CEO of Dawson Group, lying through his teeth without even blushing. Impressive,” Robin chimed in mockingly.


    “What do you know?” Brendon snapped, ring at him with seething contempt. “You’re not part of this.”


    So what if Robin was the Miller heir? He was still an arrogant brat who thought too highly of himself.


    If it hadn’t been for Christina, the Miller family would have been ruined years ago. Robin wouldn’t even have a name left to boast about.


    Brendon’s fists clenched tight, his expression hardening. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the truth—Christina was Epic.


    If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, surrounded by witnesses, he would have sworn the evidence was fake.


    Had he not divorced her, the Dawson family would have had a living asset in their hands.


    She’d been capable all along, brilliant even—so why had she hidden it? Why had she kept them all in the dark?


    Christina had never truly seen them as family. The realization burned like acid. And after everything his grandmother had done for her—transferring the estate, trusting herpletely—it felt like the cruelest kind of betrayal.


    Christina was done wasting her breath. “Get out,” she said, her voice t and merciless.


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    Brendon froze, staring at her in disbelief. “What did you just say to me?”


    “I said get out,” Christina repeated, her tone dropping into something cold enough to sting. Her presence hit him like a wave—sharp, controlled, dangerous.


    Whatever anger Brendon had been holding onto evaporated. Her intensity mmed into him so hard a chill ran down his spine and sweat gathered at his neck.


    She felt different—stronger, steadier, like she’d stepped into a version of herself he could no longer push around.


    “You’ve already angered the Scott family,” Brendon said, trying to sound tough. “Do you really want to make an enemy out of me, too?”


    He expected her to fold as she used to—to back down, apologize, try to smooth things over.


    However, her expression sharpened. “Who do you think you are?” she shot back.


    “You—!” Brendon sputtered, then spun toward Bethel. “Grandma! Are you really going to sit there and let her talk to me like that?”


    Bethel didn’t flinch. She gave him a slow, unimpressed look. “Didn’t you bully Christina constantly back then? Besides, a few harsh words now won’t kill you.”


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