Chapter 276
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Samuel’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Are you actually considering tossing your grandson into the mix with that Scott devil?”
Freddie shrugged, utterly unfazed. “Why not? If Elliott wins her over, fantastic. If he doesn’t, at least he’ll get a little toughening up before he takes over the family business one day.”
Freddie had never believed love was a one-way street. Even if Dylan had already fallen, everything still came down to Christina—what she wanted in a man, whether Elliott fit the bill. If Elliott never tried, he might regret it for the rest of his life.
“Who wouldn’t want a woman like her in their family?” Freddie remarked, his eyes flickering as he tossed a glance Samuel’s way. “Don’t tell me the thought never crossed your mind.”
Samuel snorted, shoulders tensing. “What’s the point? You honestly think my useless grandson stands a chance? All he does is party and stir up scandals. What decent woman would ever like him?” A bitter laugh slipped out as he continued, “If some poor girl actually took a risk on my foolish grandson, I guarantee he’d only end up breaking her heart.”
Samuel fumed just thinking about it. That sly old fox from the Scott family, Herbert Scott, had groomed a ruthless, quick-witted grandson and successor, while his own grandson couldn’t spot an opportunity if it danced in front of him.
Inside the banquet hall, the atmosphere crackled with tension.
“Everyone except Hubbard family members and Dr. Ansell, out,” Christina declared, her voice slicing through the noise, leaving no room for dissent.
Katie bristled, snapping, “Who the hell do you think you are, barking orders at us?” A handful of guests glared, grumbling under their breath, though none dared challenge Christina as openly as Katie.
Glancing at her watch, Christina made it clear she had no patience for theatrics. Casting a cold glance at Katie, she fixed her eyes on Elliott. “Get them out. Now.”
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A chill settled over the hall as Elliott surveyed the guests with a steely gaze. “I’d appreciate it if everyone could step outside now.”
Not a soul dared defy Elliott. One word from him carried the weight of the entire Hubbard family—anyone reckless enough to resist would instantly paint a target on their back.
Katie opened her mouth to protest, but as the guests steadily filed out without a word, her bravado faded to nothing. Left without allies, she swallowed her objections. Besides, there was no point in challenging Elliott’s authority—crossing him now would only make her look desperate. After a moment’s hesitation, she turned and left with the others, vowing to bide her time.
Christina turned her attention to Bruno and his parents, her glare sharp enough to cut. “Why on earth are you still here?”
Bruno bristled, standing his ground. “We’re family too! My uncle’s right here—you think you can just throw us out?”
A smirk flickered across Christina’s face. “Oh? Suddenly, you’re a Hubbard by blood?”
Bruno, stung, jabbed a finger at Carson. “And what about him? Is he family now? Don’t think I can’t see what this is! This is just you settling a score!”
“He’s the doctor on call. Unless you’ve got a medical degree I don’t know about, keep your mouth shut,” Christina replied, her tone flat and unyielding.
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