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    The two models weren’t much better. Beneath their smiles simmered a deep jealousy. Whenever they saw a woman who looked better or carried herself with more grace, they quietly and cruelly plotted to bring her down—without leaving a trace.


    As for Coen, he was the worst of them all. Arrogant and condescending, he had a habit of mocking women unless they offered him some personal advantage. Otherwise, he wouldn’t waste a second treating them with respect.


    Given Christina’s sharp tongue and low tolerance for nonsense, it would only take one wrongment for her to snap. And if sheshed out here, in front of everyone, she would offend these five individuals and make a disastrous impression on the other guests. Better yet, she’d be thrown out of the engagement party altogether. And if the media caught even a glimpse of it, she’d be turned into a trending joke overnight.


    Just imagining it made Ynda giddy with satisfaction. Her heels clicked a little lighter against the floor as she walked away, basking in the idea of Christina’s impending downfall.


    Meanwhile, back with the group, Olly leaned in with a greasy smile. “Ynda mentioned you’re divorced now, Miss Jones. Is that true?”


    Christina’s jaw tensed. She could feel Olly’s and Bowen’s eyes raking over her like she was something to be auctioned off. It was revolting.


    Bowen chimed in, his grin no less disturbing. “So, Miss Jones, where are you currently employed? Are you considering giving marriage another shot? Olly and I are both great choices. We could show you around Lorbridge sometime.” The way he talked, Christina half expected droplets of his spit to fly into someone’s wine. She barely held back her grimace.


    Then, Coen’s voice cut through the air, dripping with disdain. “She looks like a typical arm candy woman. What job could she possibly have? Her biggest skill is probably foldingundry and making desserts.”


    One of the models giggled. “Well, Ynda did say she’s great at managing a household. That has to count for something, right?”


    The other model snorted. “Please. If she were really the perfectdy of the household, why would she be divorced? There’s got to be something wrong with her, don’t you think?”


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    While the group ridiculed her, Christina kept to herself, listening in silence.


    The two female models exchanged a nce, assuming that Christina was no more than a pushover. They thought they could easily roll over her, believing she wouldn’t dare to fight back. Even if she did, they assumed her protest would fall t.


    “I bet she’s just living off her ex-husband’s earnings, lounging at home and waiting to be served,” one of the female models sneered, her lips twisting as she gazed at Christina. “What man could tolerate such a spoiled woman?” A cruel glint shed in her eyes as she continued. “Or maybe she spends her daysining, ming her man for every little thing, until she finally pushes him too far. Who knows, maybe she even cheated on him. That would exin the divorce. She’s likely the reason he left.”


    Feigning shock, the other model brought a hand to her mouth. “Oh, I can’t believe that, Miss Jones. You don’t seem like the type… What went wrong in your marriage?”


    Back and forth the two models went, their words weaving a cruel duet aimed straight at Christina, trying to put her on the spot.


    Christina waited for a pause and then spoke up, her tone calm and even. “Are you two finished?”


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