?Chapter 567:
“Who do you think you are? Threatening us? You’re just a nobody.”
“Miss Jones, I admire your guts. But are you sure you want to offend the Scott Group?”
“Don’t make things harder for yourself. I’m offering you a way out. Empty the drink I’ve gone out of my way to mix for you in one go, and I’ll let this slide.”
“Exactly. Mr. Gardner is being generous. One drink, and you’re free to go.”
“Why waste time on her? Just have the Dawsons throw her out so we can talk business.”
Their voices echoed around Christina, but her face stayed cold. “If you don’t want to lose your chance with the Scott Group, you’d better get out of my way.”
For a moment, the five fell silent. Then, came another round ofughter. One of the models taunted, “You seriously think you can interfere with our deal with the Scott Group?”
The other model jumped in. “Miss Jones, the contract is nearly sealed. We’re just waiting on the paperwork. Your words mean nothing.”
Christina’s voice turned icy. “I gave you more than one chance. Since you chose to ignore them, be ready for what’sing.” She pulled out her phone and made a call.
Dn, busy in his office, answered right away—he didn’t even check the caller ID. He had set a special ringtone just for Christina. He never wanted to miss her call.
“What’s wrong?” Dn’s voice was cold, his tone sharp. “Did they mess with you?” He knew she was at Brendon’s engagement party, and he wondered if she had been bullied by the Dawson family.
Christina replied calmly, “No. I just heard yourpany is about to sign two models. Is that true?”
“We shortlisted three. We’ll be signing two soon,” Dn answered and then paused. “Why do you ask?”
“Hold on,” Christina said. She turned to the two female models. “Dare to tell me your names?”
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“What’s there to be scared of?” one of the models said with a smug smile. “I’m Gerda Webb, and she’s Gwen Gill.”
Gwen, still blocking Christina’s way, smirked. “Miss Jones, drop the act. Your little stunt with a fake phone call won’t fool us. We’ve dealt with your boastful type many times.”
Gerda scoffed. “She probably thinks she’s Mr. Scott’s sweetheart, as if a few words from her could change anything. Delusional.”
The two models had no idea that, through the line, their mocking words were heard loud and clear by Dn. His expression darkened. His eyes turned sharp and cold.
“Due to Gerda’s and Gwen’s character, I suggest you do not sign them,” Christina said into the phone.
“Got it,” Dn replied without hesitation. He immediately hit the internal line, his voice turning cold with quiet fury. “Edwin,e to my office.”
“I won’t hold you back from work anymore,” Christina said.
“Alright. I’ll handle it and get back to you very soon,” Dn replied.
As Dn hung up, Edwin burst into the office. One look at Dn’s cold, furious eyes, and sweat broke out on his back. This was bad. Someone had just crossed Dn.
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