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    Christina turned to the housekeeper with a polite look of curiosity. “And who might this be?”


    “This is Etta Gonzalez, our trusted housekeeper. She’s been with me since I was young,” Florrie said with a fond smile.


    Christina maintained herposure and greeted her graciously. “Hello, Ms. Gonzalez.”


    “Just call me Etta, Miss Jones. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask,” Etta replied with a gentle smile.


    Her expression seemed kind, her tone soft—there was no trace of malice in her manner.


    Still, Christina’s instincts kept her guarded. She trusted no one outside her immediate family, not even those who looked harmless.


    Experience had taught her that appearances could be dangerously misleading.


    She had crossed paths with both obvious viins and deceitful pretenders before. Thetter—those who smiled sweetly while hiding their fangs—were always the ones to fear most.


    In the dining room, Florrie sat at the head of the table, Christina and Beth nking her sides.


    The chair next to Christina had been fiercely contested by her three brothers until Florrie finally ruled that they would take turns sitting there each day.


    Today, Bain had won the spot beside her.


    “Bonnie, would you like some roastedmb chops? Or would you prefer something lighter?” Bain asked in his usual calm, attentive tone.


    “I’d love some roastedmb chops,” Christina said, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the perfectly grilled meat. Its rich aroma made her mouth water.


    Right on cue, her stomach let out a loud growl, drawingughter from everyone around the table.


    “Bonnie must be starving. Eat up, sweetheart,” Florrie said cheerfully, cing a juicy piece of tenderloin onto Christina’s te. “What else would you like? I’ll have it made for you.”


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    “Grandma, this is already too much. If I eat more, I’ll start putting on weight,” Christina joked with a softugh. Her family’s endless pampering had already added a few pounds to her frame in a short time.


    “A good appetite is a blessing. You’d look even cuter with a little more on you,” Florrie teased lovingly.


    Christina chuckled and served Florrie a slice of meat in return—all while discreetly scanning the household staff with quiet, calcting eyes.


    Christina finished her meal without sensing anything out of ce. Neither the food nor the drinks tasted strange to her. It was clear that only Hurley had been poisoned—nothing about the shared meal seemed suspicious.


    Her next step would be to examine the food and items Hurley used exclusively for himself.


    After dinner, Christina strolled through the sprawling estate with Florrie, the evening breeze carrying faint traces ofvender.


    “Bonnie, once you’ve rested up, I’ll take you out for some proper fun,” Gerry said with a yful wink.


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