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    Christina’s smile turned razor-sharp. “No thanks. Keep them for your own collection in case you get engaged more than once.”


    Katie red at Christina. “Are you saying Ynda and Brendon aren’t going to make it?”


    Christina shrugged, arching a brow. “If you have to twist my words that way…”


    Katie’s hands curled into fists, her rage boiling over. She wanted to p that smirk off Christina’s face butcked the nerve. With so many influential figures milling around the venue, a public outburst would do more harm than good. The Dawson Group had high hopes for tonight’s event—it was a calcted move to forge connections and elevate their status. She had ns to reel in a wealthy prospect. A scandal now could burn every bridge before she even crossed them.


    “Come on, Katie. It’s a joyful asion. Let’s be gracious and enjoy the night,” Ynda said gently, as if unfazed by Christina’s words. Then, turning back to Christina with practiced poise, she gestured for Christina to follow her. “Let me show you in.”


    Katie watched them go, her re drilling into Christina’s back. She stomped her foot in frustration, her fury mounting.


    Once inside the glittering hall, Christina scanned the room for the perfect vantage point. But before she could move, Yndatched onto her arm and swept her into a nearby crowd.


    Christina’s brows drew together in subtle displeasure as she pulled her hand away from Ynda’s grip.


    Ynda, unfazed, turned to the nearby group with a polished smile. “Everyone, meet Christina Jones,” she announced.


    Standing before them were three men in sharp suits. Two were balding, their rounded stomachs straining against their buttons. The third had a slimmer build, but the lines around his eyes suggested he was well into his forties. Beside them stood two young women, undeniably beautiful, though their eyes settled on Christina with thinly veiled hostility.


    Ynda gestured toward the two bald men. “This is Mr. Olly Gardner, and that’s Mr. Bowen Cruz. They’re both general managers of leadingpanies in Lorbridge.” Then, she motioned to the third man. “And this is Mr. Coen Gray from the Hubbard Group.”


    Olly and Bowen barely hid their interest, their gazes roaming shamelessly over Christina’s figure before lingering at her chest with vulgar delight.


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    Coen, in contrast, barely acknowledged her. Holding a ss of red wine, he cast her a nceced with arrogance and indifference.


    “These twodies here,” Ynda continued, gesturing toward the models with a hint of pride, “are rising stars in the fashion world. They might soon be signed with the Scott Group’s local branch.”


    Then, Ynda looked at Christina, her smile widening. “And these three fine gentlemen are all single, by the way. If you’re thinking about giving marriage another shot, who knows? Sparks might fly.” She gave a smallugh in the men’s direction. “Christina really is the full package—elegant, capable, and a wonderful housewife. A true domestic goddess.”


    With that, Ynda offered onest sugary smile—one that shimmered with quiet malice—and excused herself. “I’ll leave you all to get acquainted. I’ve got a few things to take care of.”


    The moment Ynda turned away, she smirked. These men weren’t easy to handle—especially Olly and Bowen. Not only were they unattractive and aging poorly, but they were also infamous for their womanizing ways. If they ever set their sights on Christina, it would be a nightmare. They could easily ruin her.


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