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    She hadn’t expected him to move against her so brazenly.


    But if he wanted a war, he would get one.


    Hanging up, she wasted no time activating herwork of online influencers. Within hours, the inte was aze with reports of the Hond family’s forced demolition of an orphanage in Pree City.


    The public outrage was instant and vicious.


    The escting feud yed out like a spectacle, much to Karina’s amusement.


    “This drama is pure gold.”


    Across from her, Corrine set down her coffee with a satisfied smile.


    “I can’t take all the credit. Natasha provided the tip-off.”


    Karina smirked, shooting Natasha a knowing nce.


    “You’ve been spending too much time around Corrine. You’re getting a little too devious.”


    Natasha only smiled, her silence speaking volumes.


    Jolene, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke.


    “And the Hond family?”


    Karina’s expression turned steely.


    “We have more than enough evidence. We’re taking them to court—and we will win.”


    The moment rissa received the court summons, her stomach twisted with dread.


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    Her fingers clenched so tightly that fury contorted her face.


    “That miserable bitch!” she seethed.


    “How dare Corrine do this to me?”


    She had assumed Corrine was bluffing, merely using thewsuit as a threat.


    But this—this was real.


    For days, the Hond family had been dragged through the mud online, their name trending for all the wrong reasons.


    Dewey looked like a man on the edge, exhaustion and frustration carved into his features.


    And when his eyesnded on the court summons, something inside him snapped.


    His hand clenched into a fist, his jaw ticking as rage coursed through him.


    “That ungrateful wretch,” he growled.


    “I should have killed her when I had the chance.”


    Nic and rissa exchanged a wary nce.


    “Honey… what do we do? Are we really going to let rissa go to jail?”


    Nic’s concern was genuine, but beneath ity fear—fear of what Dewey might decide.


    Dewey didn’t answer right away.


    He lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag as he stared into the distance, weighing his options.


    Minutes stretched. Then, finally, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.


    The line barely rang before Natasha’s voice hummed through the receiver.


    He said,


    “Miss Dixon, I will agree to your terms.”


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