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    In Edwin’s mind, Ynda had earned this. After all, she had an affair with Brendon, Christina’s husband at the time. But in some way, if it weren’t for Ynda’s shamelessness of messing with a married man, Christina might not have divorced Brendon, and Dn might not have had a chance to chase after her.


    Tears spilled down Ynda’s face as she nursed her swollen cheek, her gaze darting to Dn. “Do you think just because you have power and influence, you can bully us like this?”


    She figured a vulnerable disy seemed like the wisest move. She hoped her tears would soften Dn’s heart and maybe even stir up his urge to protect her. Most…


    Men couldn’t bear to see a woman cry. She felt sure that if she yed the part well enough, his protective instincts would be stirred.


    As Ynda delivered her wless crying performance, she heard Dn’s voice, cold and devoid of any emotion. “That’s right.”


    His tone was t, but the arrogance in it stung like a p. Dn was indeed powerful. And neither Ynda nor Brendon could fight back.


    “You’re so cruel… So merciless!” Ynda changed her approach, hoping to catch his interest.


    “So annoying,” Dnmented, brushing her off like a speck of dust.


    Edwin perked up at that. With force, he pped Ynda across the face.


    Ynda gasped, clutching her cheek, tears flowing from both pain and humiliation. She red at him, full of hate. “You’re just riding on Mr. Scott’s influence!”


    Edwin chuckled. “That’s right. At least I can. Can you?” he asked with a smirk.


    Ynda was left speechless. She wished she had someone powerful to rely on, but Brendon was useless. He just sat there, watching her fall apart. If only she had found a way to get close to Dn instead. But Dn had never shown the slightest interest in women. Any woman who had made a move on him ended up in ruins. Maybe the rumors were true. Dn, with all his power, was into men. What a waste. If Dn were straight, there was no reason he wouldn’t have shown her somepassion.


    When Edwin raised his hand again, Ynda panicked and darted behind Christina. She even shoved Christina forward. “Christina, please! Help me, or they’ll beat me to death!” she begged, her voice trembling.


    Christina looked at her coldly. “Why should I? We’re close.”


    Ynda, crying, said, “Christina, I know you’re angry with me, but… but Brendon and I knew each other before you ever entered his life. He and I were even in love before you married him… Even if you’re mad at me, Brendon has been nice to you, hasn’t he? Don’t you love him? How can you stand by while he’s treated like this?”


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    Those words hit Dn like a knife. His body, once rxed, went rigid. His cold gazended on Christina, sharp as ice. He waited—tense, uncertain—for her answer. A storm brewed behind his calm face.


    Smack! Christina pped Ynda hard.


    Ynda stared in disbelief, her hand on her cheek. Her eyes welled up again. “Y-”


    “You hit me too?”


    Ynda inwardly seethed. Christina, this wretched woman, actually just hit her!


    “I hit you because I wanted to. Is there a problem?” Christina sneered, gently rubbing her palm.


    “Christina, I know you’re angry and want tosh out. Fine. But can’t you help Brendon?” Ynda sobbed, her words a mock plea on Brendon’s behalf but a calcted attempt to make Christina look cold.


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