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    “This cocky? Works for me. I work in the technical department. There—make your move and let’s see if you can have me dismissed.”


    Christina didn’t waste another word. She brought out her device and rang Elliott straight away.


    At that moment, Elliott was going over a corporate pitch. As the phone buzzed, he answered instantly. He had set a custom ringtone just for Christina—he recognized it without looking. Barring the asional inquiry about Eloise, Christina seldom contacted him. So when her name popped up on his screen, his immediate instinct was that something was wrong with Eloise.


    “Hello? Is Eloise okay?” Elliott asked, his forehead creasing slightly, a trace of worry flickering in his gaze.


    “No. Your sister is recovering well. I actually called to ask you for a favor,” Christina said.


    Elliott let out a quiet sigh of relief. “What do you need?”


    “Does yourpany have a key technical employee named Coen Gray?” she asked.


    The name rang a bell, but Elliott wasn’t sure. “I’ll have someone check,” he said, then hit the internal line and asked his secretary to confirm it.


    A momentter, the answer came in. Indeed, there was an employee named Coen Gray, who was considered one of the core technical personnel.


    Elliott said into the phone, “Yes, we do. He’s on leave right now, but he’s one of our core tech staff. Why do you ask?”


    “I want him fired,” Christina replied calmly.


    Snickers echoed around her.


    “Did you hear that, Mr. Gray? She’s making this charade about having you dismissed over a phone call,” Gerda mocked.


    Coen scoffed. “She’s bluffing. Didn’t she say she’d ruin your contract with the Scott Group? And yet, nothing happened. Maybe she should start groveling—though honestly, I’d bet 100k on her doing it.”


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    Unbeknownst to Coen, Elliott heard every word through the line.


    To Elliott, Christina was more than a caller—she was Eloise’s savior. He wouldn’t hesitate toply with her demand. And Coen? Using thepany’s name to bully Christina and even telling her to grovel? That was crossing the line.


    Elliott decided to act fast—before Dn got involved. “Don’t worry. He’ll be dismissed from the Hubbard Group immediately—and cklisted in the entire Dorfield tech scene. He won’t find work again,” he said, his voice cold.


    “Thank you,” Christina replied softly and ended the call.


    “Is that all, Miss Jones?” Gerda asked with a mocking smile, still clutching Christina’s wrist tightly.


    Christina looked down. “You’re really not letting go?”


    “Nope,” Gerdaughed.


    The next moment, Christina seized Gerda’s wrist and pressed down sharply.


    “Ahh!” Gerda screamed in pain and let go at once, her face twisted in agony.


    Christina pulled her hand back and shook it off in disgust. “You!”


    Gerda was about to retaliate when her phone suddenly rang. Gwen’s rang at the same time.


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