Chapter 570:


    They answered with confused expressions, but the moment they heard the voices on the other end, their faces turned pale.


    “This… This can’t be happening,” Gerda muttered, stunned.


    Gwen stood frozen, her hands trembling. “Scott Group just canceled my contract. Worse, I am cklisted in the industry… I’m finished,” she said, her voice shaking.


    “Wait, what? You too? Who did we offend?” Gerda gasped and grabbed Gwen’s shoulders.


    “I don’t know, but it’s over for us,” Gwen whispered, her eyes red. With the cklist from the Scott Group, no one in the industry would dare to touch them again.


    “Was it really you? Did you actually pull this off?” Doubt clouded Gwen’s face. She couldn’t picture someone like Christina, a parasite in her eyes, holding that kind of sway. A few words from Christina, and suddenly the Scott Group had dropped its contract. Worse, the entire industry mmed its doors on her and Gerda. Could such a thing even be possible?


    A faint smile danced across Christina’s lips. “Why don’t you take a guess?”


    Gerda shook her head, refusing to ept that Christina wielded the power to disrupt her deal with the Scott Group. “No way! This must be some coincidence. There’s just no chance she has that kind of pull.”


    “Yes… That’s right. Hasn’t Mr. Gray stayedpletely unaffected? She must be putting on an act to seem more important than she could ever be,” Gwen said, clinging to denial about Christina’s power.


    Even at this point, both Gwen and Gerda refused to believe Christina was the reason they were screwed.


    Christina didn’t bother arguing further with them. Instead, she shifted her attention to Coen, waiting for him to admit he’d lost their bet and grovel. A sneer rang out as Coen turned his re on Christina. “You really think you, of all people, could get me booted from the Hubbard Group? Keep dreaming.”


    Olly jumped in, shaking his head with a derisive smirk. “Young people today—always lost in fantasy.”


    Bowen joined theirughter. “Almost had me believing her story for a second there.”


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    Mocking grins circled the group, each one sending a mocking nce Christina’s way.


    Quiet andposed, Christina didn’t react. Suddenly, the sharp trill of a ringtone sliced through the air. Instantly, everyone’s gaze swung toward Coen. The ringtone wasing from him.


    Whatever confidence Coen had drained away. Hisugh died, reced by a nervous flicker in his eyes. Could it really be possible? Could Christina’s words carry so much weight that his career might end with a single call? He tried to shake it off. That kind of thing only happened in stories. Even though recing him was possible, finding another person with his level of skill proved to be anything but simple. In any ordinary situation, thepany would have never considered letting him go, least of all because of a woman’s demand over the phone.


    Amusement tugged at Christina’s mouth as she asked, “What’s wrong? Just a phone call—are you really that rattled?”


    A jolt of anger shot through Coen as he snapped back, “Who said anything about being scared? Just wait! You’ll soon have to lick my shoes since you lost our damned bet!”


    Shaky hands fumbled with his phone, but he tried to stayposed. An unfamiliar number shed across the screen, and a wave of relief washed over him. No way this was a call from his boss. Nothing to worry about. Arrogance slipped right back onto his face. With an impatient sigh, he answered. “Who’s calling me? I don’t have time for games—”


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