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    “And you are…?” the man asked, brow furrowed as his eyes dropped to the pastry box in Christina’s hand.


    Another woman trying to worm her way close to Bain? He’d seen plenty. Judging by her features, she didn’t even look like she was from the right circles.


    Women like her came crawling out of every corner of the world, desperate for Bain’s attention—each one shameless enough to push forward without the slightest sense of self-respect.


    “She’s just another woman trying to seduce Mr. Jones,” the receptionist scoffed,ughter in her voice. “Dad, can you believe it? She actually said Mr. Jones was backing her—and that one call from her could get us both fired. Can you imagine?”


    Her father’s expression shifted slightly as he studied Christina more closely.


    Her posture was graceful, her presence striking—yet the clothes she wore weren’t even as fine as his daughter’s usual wardrobe.


    If she truly had the kind of influence she imed, her closet would’ve been filled with couture. But not a single item she wore hinted at luxury.


    At first, he’d entertained the idea that she might actually be connected to Bain—but one look at her, and he instantly dismissed the thought.


    The women who had tried to approach Bain before at least dressed the part—draped in designerbels, glittering in jewels. But this one? Her entire outfit probably didn’t cost as much as his daughter’s handbag.


    “Young people these days sure know how to talk big,” he sneered, the scorn in his eyes deepening.


    “Now that you’ve seen my dad’s title, go on—make that call,” the receptionist said, arms folded and brimming with arrogance. “Let’s see if you can actually get Mr. Jones to show up.”


    Christina smirked, chin tilted high. “Looks like you won’t learn until reality hits you in the face.”


    Without a hint of hesitation, Christina pulled out her phone and dialed Bain’s number.


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    At that moment, Bain waspletely absorbed in his work. The instant he heard that exclusive ringtone, he froze—abandoning everything in front of him.


    He answered the call right away, as though even the slightest dy might cost him the chance to hear her voice.


    “Bonnie, where are you right now?” The man known for his cold,manding demeanor spoke with a warmth that was almost disarming—his tone soft and fluid, like sunlight melting ice.


    Had anyone else in the office heard him, they would’ve been absolutely stunned.


    “I’m downstairs at thepany,” Christina said.


    “You’re already here? I’ll head down to meet you,” Bain replied. “Hold on.”


    “What happened? Did something go wrong?”


    “Get in touch with HR first. I want the receptionist and her father removed from their positions.”


    “Understood.”


    Bain didn’t even pause. The moment he ended the call, he dialed an internal extension.


    In the lobby, the director and his daughter burst into mockingughter as soon as they heard Christina giving orders, as if she held real authority over their jobs.


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