Chapter 170
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His tone stayed respectful—he knew the weight of the Reed and Dawson family names. But anyone with sense from those families would know better than to cross Christina.
“You’ll regret this!” Thea snapped, shooting daggers at him with her eyes.
Katie followed suit, voice sharp. “You’ll regret taking her side! That black card of hers can’t be real!”
“That’s not your concern. Please leave.” Brad remained calm, smiling as he gave another polite bow.
“You—” Katie was too angry to finish her sentence.
When Thea stormed off, Katie scowled and ran after her. “Thea! Wait up!”
As the two disappeared, Brad turned to Claude and the senior sales assistant. “You’re both fired. Leave now.”
Claude dropped to his knees in front of Christina. “Miss Jones, please, have mercy! Just forgive me. This error won’t happen again!”
The senior sales assistant dropped to her knees and crawled forward, trying to grab Christina’s pant leg, but Christina stepped aside. Her hand caught only air, but she kept begging through tears. “Miss Jones, please don’t blacklist us in the industry! We accept being fired, but blacklisting us is too much!”
Claude also forced out tears. “Yes, we accept being dismissed. Just don’t go that far… please…”
Christina looked down at them, face cold as ice. “I gave you a chance. You wasted it.” She tilted her head slightly, lips curled with the hint of a smirk. “Everyone pays for their mistakes. This is your bill.”
Realizing their pleas were useless, Claude and the senior sales assistant dropped their pleading demeanor instantly, replaced by eyes dripping with malice.
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Claude rose to his feet abruptly, glaring at Christina. “Are you really going to push us to the brink? Aren’t you afraid of karma?”
“Karma?” Christina raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly. “I’m just serving what you served. If karma comes, it’ll find you first.”
The senior sales assistant snarled, “You slut! Who knows how many old men you’ve slept with just to get that pathetic black card? What’s so special about it?”
“At least I have a black card,” Christina said with a laugh, waving the card slowly. “Do you?”
“Disgusting! Only shameless women like you would make out with old men for financial gains! Aren’t you afraid they’ll drop dead on you?” the senior sales assistant shouted bitterly.
Claude jumped in, his face twisted with anger. “A black card bought with your body—that’s your pride? Pathetic!”
Claude’s venom and the senior sales assistant’s baseless accusations could have ignited anyone’s temper.
But Christina? She stood untouched—her smile unwavering, her eyes brimming with a serene poise that seemed to brush their insults aside like dust. With the elegance of someone fully in control, she cast her gaze downward and asked, smooth as silk, “Is that so?”
Both Claude and the senior sales assistant blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?” they asked, thrown off by her composure.
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