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    “Mr. Scott, is there any task you need me to take care of?” Edwin inquired with formality.


    Dn’s tone was icy and unbothered,pletely devoid of warmth. “Announce this across the board—eachbel owned by the Scott Group is to cklist Gerda Webb and Gwen Gill. No deals, no coboration. Make sure the whole industry freezes them out.”


    “Got it,” Edwin replied without hesitation.


    Dn continued, “Effective immediately, every candidate model must go through a character test before signing the contract. Those who let the wicked candidates in get the sack immediately.”


    Edwin tensed and offered a sharp, courteous nod. “Acknowledged.”


    “That’ll be all.” Dn made a dismissive gesture, his demeanor unreadable and aloof. He reached for his phone and messaged Christina, “Handled.”


    When Christina received Dn’s text, the five clueless individuals were still taunting her. She nced down to read his message, and the corners of her mouth lifted in a faint smirk.


    Gerda curled her lip. “Still grinning? You’re quite something.”


    “Miss Jones, didn’t you brag about destroying our contract with the Scott Group? So, where’s the blowback? Don’t tell us that was just empty noise,” Gwen folded her arms and scoffed.


    “What sort of influence would a nobody like her actually have?” Coen jeered. “She assumed a few threats would make the Scott Group abandon us? Ridiculous.”


    Olly let out a dryugh. “Say sorry and down three drinks, and maybe we’ll let this slide.”


    “Come on, Miss Jones. Three shots. I’ll even down one on your behalf. Fair enough?” Bowen said, shing a grin.


    “If memory serves, Mr. Gray, you’re employed at the Hubbard Group, correct? Dare to tell me your position?” Christina asked nonchntly without even turning around.


    Coen gave a condescending chuckle. “You believe you’ve got the means to get me dismissed from the Hubbard Group?”


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    “Why not tell me your position and see if I am capable of pulling your dismissal off?” Christina replied coolly, casting him a sidelong nce.


    Gerda erupted in mockingughter. “Don’t make meugh. Mr. Gray is a senior figure at the Hubbard Group. Even if you’re hooking up with Mr. Hubbard, he wouldn’t ditch Mr. Gray for you.”


    “Who decided that a senior employee can’t be swapped out?” Christina retorted, her smile poised.


    “Only if someone like me can be duplicated.” Coen was visibly pleased with himself, swimming in arrogance.


    “That doesn’t matter. Just say your position.” Christina’s voice was steady andposed.


    “Fine! Can’t wait to watch you fail. If a worthless woman like you can have me fired by the Hubbard Group, I’ll eat my hat,” Coen mocked, oozing self-importance.


    Gerda chimed in smugly, “And if you lose, you’d better polish his shoes—with your mouth.”


    “Deal. Hope you’re ready to bow, because defeat is yours,” Christina answered with icy confidence.


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