?Chapter 223:


    When I turned back to my breakfast, I caught a glimpse of Lily’s face. It was a mask of jealousy and discontent. What was going on?


    I frowned, trying to get a better look, but Lily quickly recovered her usual demeanor. She offered a smile as bright as ever and urged, “Eat quickly, Makenna. It’s not as good when it gets cold. I have to attend to something else, but call me if you need anything.”


    With that, she hurried off.


    I watched her swift exit, my mind reying her expression and the way she behaved toward Dominic. The more I thought about it, the more certain I became that something was seriously wrong.


    Kristina’s POV:


    These past few days had been nothing short of a nightmare. Flynn’s parents had been relentless, their threats hanging over me like a sword of Damocles. If I didn’t get their inept son out of trouble, they swore they’d ruin both of us.


    This situation had been eating away at my peace of mind, and to add insult to injury, another problem had surfaced. Lately, rumors about women trafficking in the red-light district had been circting like wildfire.


    At first, I brushed them off, thinking that as long as Leonardo didn’t catch wind of it, I could manage. But the rumors only grew louder, spreading like an uncontroble ze.


    I had been managing this area for some time now, intimately familiar with the intrigues and machinations that kept things profitable. I was often the mastermind behind them, ensuring everything ran smoothly and discreetly. But if Leonardo found out, my neck would be in grave danger.


    I paced my room like a caged animal, making frantic calls and barking orders to clean up this mess before it exploded in my face.


    “Miss Harrison, please, have some water to calm down.” Molly’s weak voice cut through my fury as I hung up the phone. She stood beside me, a ss of water trembling in her hand, her smile intended to soothe.


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    Seeing her only fueled my anger further. I pped the ss from her hand, sending it crashing to the floor. The sound of shattering ss was music to my frustration.


    “Ah!” Molly shrieked, recoiling in fear.


    Her timidity only ignited my rage. I berated her with venom, “This is all your fault! If Bryan hadn’t arrested that fool, none of these lowlifes would be hounding me. You wretched idiot!”


    My fury reached a boiling point. I grabbed Molly by her hair, her screams piercing the air, and threw her to the floor, beating and kicking her with unrestrained brutality.


    “Miss Harrison, please stop, I’m sorry, don’t hit me…” Molly pleaded from the floor, cradling her head and trembling in desperation.


    Her pleas did nothing to calm me. After delivering a harsh lesson, I felt a fleeting release of tension, though it quickly turned back to anger as I remembered Makenna slipping through my fingers again. She would never see her ne again since she couldn’t behave.


    I turned to Molly with a viciousmand. “Get me Makenna’s ne.”


    “Yes,” Molly responded, her body shaking as she rose and hurried to retrieve the ne.


    I red at the piece with malevolent intent, grabbing a fruit knife and hacking at it with all my might. The knife struck the metal with a resounding ng, but the ne remained unscathed.


    What happened? Why was this ne so damned sturdy?


    My rage intensified as I faced this inanimate foe. “I will destroy this thing today!” I gritted my teeth and tossed the ne into the nearby furnace. The mes roared, but the ne remained untouched.


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