Chapter 217
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Her temper flared as she vented, her fists practically itching for a fight. If those guys had the nerve to show their faces now, she’d have let them have it.
Christina reached over, gently ruffling Chloe’s hair. “Let it go. It’s not worth losing your cool over people like that. Honestly, draining them of a fortune hurts far more than any black eye ever could.”
A grin broke across Chloe’s face. “Exactly! They probably thought they’d only have to shell out a little, but that bill hit them like a sledgehammer. Bet they’re still fuming.”
Dylan, quietly taking it all in, couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched the two women get along.
The following morning, Christina’s phone buzzed. Without even looking, she picked it up. “Morning, Davina. What’s up?”
Davina’s voice came through in a rush. “You told me you found out who’s spreading those rumors. Why haven’t you posted anything yet? The gossip’s getting even uglier.”
Christina, still half-awake, replied with her eyes shut, “I’ll handle it after breakfast.”
Davina scoffed derisively. “You’re way too calm! If it were me, I’d have already blasted them all over the internet. Anyone who tries to trash my name online—if I had proof, I’d make them wish they never touched their keyboard…” Suddenly, her voice shot up an octave. “Goddamn it—what a scumbag!”
“What’s going on?” Christina croaked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She brushed her fingers through her tousled black hair, stretching with the languid ease of a cat fresh from a sunbeam.
Davina’s voice crackled with rage. “They’re dragging you through the mud online again! Some jerk is claiming you’ve got a sugar daddy paying your bills, and that you rammed your so-called ‘mistress car’ into them just to cash out…”
She didn’t even finish summarizing the malicious rumors before letting the insults fly. “Mistress car, my ass! Why do idiots always go straight for the filthiest crap? Seriously, who raised those losers? I swear, their parents must’ve been half-wits to produce such worthless idiots! If you’d called me when your car got hit, I’d have hauled those two scum back to whatever gutter they oozed out of and made them choke on their own lies. Ugh! The trash that comes out of their mouths—no way they grew up on anything but pure sewage.”
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Christina listened to Davina’s tirade, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She calmly reached for her toothbrush, waiting for Davina to run out of steam before giving a low, amused chuckle. “Feeling better now?”
A snort burst from Davina. “I’m still pissed, and you’re over there acting like it’s nothing? How are you not losing your mind right now?”
“Chill down. They’ll get what they deserve very soon,” Christina responded, amusement flickering in her voice.
“You’ve already taken action?” Davina’s voice spiked, brimming with curiosity.
“I have. They’ll be paying the price tonight,” Christina remarked, her tone calm but resolute.
“That’s a relief. I thought you were going to let them off easy—just sit back while they trash you online.” Davina’s energy shifted in an instant, her tone lifting with renewed cheer.
“Originally, I’d only planned to make them cover the damages and be done with it,” Christina responded, her voice hardening. “But they took it public and slung dirt. I’ll just dig the grave and toss them in.”
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