Chapter 161
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Without missing a beat, Christina leveled her cold stare at Thea.
For the first time, Thea felt her arrogance start to crack. That look was enough to make anyone’s heart skip. There was something intimidating about Christina’s presence.
“‘Whether you’ve finished or not, I’m going to teach you a lesson,” Christina said, stepping forward and swinging at Thea.
Thea barely managed to duck, the brush of Christina’s fingers just glancing across her lips.
“‘You’ve lost your mind, Christina! You think you can hit a Reed and walk away?” Katie’s eyes were huge, shock coloring her words. Christina seemed intent on pursuing Thea, but Katie’s words shifted her focus.
“‘Since you’re so concerned for her, you can take the hit for her!” With that, Christina turned and lunged at Katie.
A surge of relief ran through Katie when she realized Christina’s moves weren’t fast enough. She dodged, but still felt the whisper of Christina’s fingertips grazing her lips.
“‘She’s lost her mind, Mr. Palmer! You need to get security right now!” the senior sales assistant cried to Claude, her voice trembling with anxiety.
“‘You must really want a fight!” Christina shouted, her anger boiling over as she rushed straight at the senior sales assistant and Claude without hesitation.
Christina lunged forward with wild abandon, causing the senior sales assistant to shriek in panic as she dove behind Claude for protection. “Ahhh! She’s lost her mind! Mr. Palmer—save me!”
Even Claude felt a chill run down his spine. Mad or not, Christina’s chaotic energy was enough to rattle anyone. Without thinking, he darted to the side, using the senior sales assistant as a human shield, mentally calculating the best moment to dash out and call security. The senior sales assistant, shoved into harm’s way, couldn’t believe her luck had turned so sour. She let out another terrified wail. “Ah! Help! Don’t hit me, I beg you…”
A slap seemed inevitable, but at the last second, the senior sales assistant twisted away, narrowly missing Christina’s hand. She managed to evade the blow, her heart pounding with relief, too distracted to notice how Christina’s fingers barely grazed her lips. Claude made a break for it, but Christina planted herself in his path, cutting off his escape.
𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆
Having stumbled to the floor, the senior sales assistant gulped down a shaky breath. Thanks to Claude drawing Christina’s fire, she’d avoided the brunt of the chaos. Had things gone differently, she would have been the one on the receiving end of Christina’s wrath.
A slow, menacing smile curled on Christina’s lips as she locked eyes with Claude, her gaze burning with manic intensity. “Thought you could run? Not a chance!”
“You—you’re absolutely nuts! Don’t you realize you could get arrested for this? Lay a finger on me and see what happens!” Claude’s boldness was shaky at best, fear nearly rooting him to the spot.
Christina only giggled, sounding every inch the lunatic. “No biggie—I’ll have my fun beating you guys up before anyone shows up.”
A shiver racked Claude as he faced her, certain that she might really be unhinged. Assaults involving the mentally unstable rarely ended with jail time—most people just counted themselves unlucky for the encounter.
When Christina suddenly aimed a savage kick toward his groin, panic washed over Claude, and he barely leapt out of harm’s way. As he scrambled back, Christina’s hand lashed out with another wild slap. He dodged, though not quickly enough—her fingertips still grazed his lips as he twisted away.
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