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    “I will urge them to hurry up the search,” Grant replied.

    A few momentster, Martha’s mind shed back to what Christina had said before leaving—and that strange, meaningful smile she’d given.

    The more Martha thought about it, the more that smile sent a chill crawling up her spine.

    “Darling, could it be Miss Jones behind all this? The way she came storming in here, demanding we honor the bet—it was bold. Almost like she knew she held all the cards,” Martha said cautiously.

    The more Grant thought about it, the more he found himself agreeing.

    “If it really is her, maybe we should invite her over. We have our own ways of making sure she keeps her mouth shut,” Jorge said darkly, his eyes glinting with menace.

    Alita clenched her jaw, her face twisted with fury. Her eyes burned with raw hatred. “Sheid a hand on my children. I swear I’ll make her pay for it. Whatever she did to them, I’ll make her suffer ten times worse!”

    Grant stayed silent for a beat, then told someone to look up Christina’s number and give her a call.

    The call connected in seconds. Grant’s face remained stone-cold, but his voice came out smooth and polite. “Miss Jones, it seems there’s been some sort of misunderstanding between us. Could youe over so we can clear the air in person?”

    Christina wasn’t the least bit surprised by the call. As she listened to Grant’s falsely friendly and slightly conciliatory tone, she gave a cold, amused smirk.

    Going to the Reed family house now would be like walking straight into a carefullyid trap, and she wasn’t stupid.

    “I don’t believe there’s any misunderstanding here. Since you’re not willing to hand over the Reed and Delgado assets as per the bet, then whatever happens next is well-deserved,” Christina said tly. Grant hadn’t expected her to be so blunt—it was practically an admission that she was the one behind the online exposé.

    “Are you the one stirring things up online? Miss Jones, is our disagreement really worth going this far?” Grant asked, clearly annoyed.

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    Christina gave a cold, mockingugh. “I only wanted to bankrupt your families at first. But the more I dug, the more filth I found, and I was honestly shocked by what I uncovered.”

    From her tone, Grant could tell she wasn’t bluffing—she had the evidence. He was at a loss.

    “Well, it’s all been one big misunderstanding. Miss Jones, pleasee over so we can talk it through. If it’s our families’ assets that you want, we’ll hand them over.” Cold sweat broke out across Grant’s forehead, though his eyes gleamed with a quiet, murderous rage. If Christina let greed cloud her judgment and came over, she’d be walking straight into their trap.

    “Stop dreaming. I’m not stupid enough to walk into your trap,” Christina shot back, bluntly calling out Grant’s ploy.

    “What are you talking about, Miss Jones?” Grant yed dumb.

    “My words are clear enough—I’m not repeating myself. Originally, I considered taking over both your families’ assets, but after digging into your filthy dealings, I find your money far too dirty for me to want anything to do with it. You can enjoy your ride to hell and meet all the people you’ve ruined along the way. You’re doomed. Whether or not you get forgiveness, well, that’s between you and those poor victims.”

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