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    One of the models folded her arms and shot back with a smirk. “And what if we aren’t finished? What are you going to do about it?”


    A slow smile yed at the corners of Christina’s mouth as she swept her gaze across the five in front of her. “Listening to you is like hearing someone gargle a public toilet. Has your mouth been anywhere cleantely?”


    As soon as her words reached the group, expressions shifted across their faces without a moment’s hesitation.


    Vile images surged through the minds of the two models, churning their stomachs until waves of nausea swept over them. They found themselves gagging uncontrobly.


    One of the models scowled and said, “Miss Jones, that’s rude. For the sake of the circumstance, mind your words.”


    The other model tossed Christina a contemptuous look. “You can’t expect much from her. She’s totally useless, only knowing her way around household chores. I’d say she doesn’t belong at this banquet.”


    Resentment simmered among the three men, each one wearing a look of irritation after Christina’seback.


    A heavy scowl crossed Olly’s face. “Miss Jones, uttering those vulgar words in this setting isn’t appropriate, don’t you think?”


    With a cating smile, Bowen jumped in. “Now, now, Mr. Gardner, no need to get worked up. Miss Jones is still young and tends to speak without thinking. Why don’t we just have her drink three shots as a punishment and call it even?”


    Olly shook his head, still stern. “Three shots are not necessary. I’ll mix something strong. If she can finish it in one go, I’ll drop the matter.”


    Azy, dismissive look from Coen followed. “Women really do have it easy. They never have towork just to strike a deal. They can stay home idly and still get money from their husbands. When drinks are poured, it’s always men who take the brunt.”


    “You sound jealous,” Christina replied, her tone icy. “If being a woman looks so appealing to you, maybe you should give up being a man. Honestly, you guys keep talking nonsense, and I suppose the advice of minding your words should go back to yourselves.”


    With that, she cast the group a dismissive look before turning to leave. She hade to enjoy some drama today, not to put up with this crowd’s nonsense.


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    Suddenly, one of the models lunged and grabbed Christina by the wrist, refusing to let her leave.


    Coldness flickered in Christina’s eyes. She nced at the hand gripping her. “Take your hand off me.”


    A mockingugh came from the model. “And if I don’t? What are you going to do—hit me?”


    The other model blocked Christina’s way, arms folded. “Careful, Miss Jones. One wrong move, and you’ll ruin yourself. Lay a hand on us, and you’re done for.”


    Sneering, the first model added, “We’re about to sign with the Scott Group. If you so much as touch us, you’ll lose everything you have. You’ll make the Scott family your enemy, and trust me, you won’t survive that.”


    Still as stone, Christina didn’t budge. Frost seemed to settle over her features. “Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll offer you one warning. Move now, or regret itter.”


    Christina’s words instantly drew mockingughter from the five individuals.


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