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    The moment he finally married the woman he idolized, the illusion could shatter, leaving her an ordinary presence he might easily dismiss.


    Just as Christina turned to move away, someone jostled her shoulder, quickly stammering an apology.


    “I am so incredibly sorry, truly—my mistake.” The voice belonged to Vickie, though Christina decided to pretend she didn’t recognize it.


    “It’s fine,” Christina assured her. She gave a cool nce down at her chest. “It’s a ck dress; nothing will show. I’ll just wipe it downter.”


    “Christina?” Vickie called out with an exaggerated gasp, as if she had only just realized who stood before her.


    So she wanted to y innocent.


    Christina could y that game too.


    She raised her brows in mild surprise. “Vickie?”


    “It’s really me. I never thought we’d cross paths tonight. What are the odds?” Vickie said, smiling like an old friend.


    But in reality, the moment Christina and Robin entered, Vickie had already locked her attention on them.


    This entire masquerade event existed for one purpose—to lure the two of them in.


    Now that they had taken the bait, all she had to do was let the n unfold.


    “Yes, quite a surprise,” Christina replied gently.


    “I’m sorry about your dress. You should change. I have brand-new gowns upstairs—pick one. It’s my apology,” Vickie offered sweetly.


    “It’s alright. I can clean itter,” Christina said lightly.


    “It’ll still feel ufortable. Just switch into something clean,” Vickie insisted, grabbing her hand and pulling her forward before Christina could protest.


    Christina didn’t resist. She let Vickie lead, curious to watch the scheme in action.


    Vickie stopped at a quiet guest room.


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    “Christina, have some water while I fetch a gown,” she said, setting a ss in front of her.


    “Okay, thank you.” Christina lifted the ss and took a sip without hesitation.


    The water carried an aphrodisiac. A faint, knowing smile touched her lips. She reached for Vickie’s wrist and subtly brushed a trace of toxin onto her skin—so lightly Vickie didn’t even flinch.


    If Vickie wanted to trap someone, she could enjoy a taste of her own medicine.


    “Sorry for the trouble,” Christina said kindly, letting go of her hand.


    “Don’t worry. I’ll be right back,” Vickie replied.


    By now, her men should have already drugged Robin. Once it took effect, he and Christina would be drawn together by irresistible desire.


    She hurried out, eager for her n to take shape.


    Later, she would make sure Dn saw them in bed. After that, both of them would be nothing but filth in his eyes.


    Rekindling old feelings? Impossible. Dn wouldn’t spare Christina another nce.


    Christina watched Vickie walk away and counted silently. When she reached one, Vickie dropped to the floor with a heavy thud right at the doorway.


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