Chapter 283
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Sheila snorted in agreement, her tone edged with contempt. “Total fluke. Anyone could’ve gotten lucky. Doesn’t mean she’s some miracle worker.”
Standing nearby, a young woman let out a soft laugh. “Funny, weren’t you the ones betting she’d fail? Of course you’re desperate for her to mess up now.”
The moment the young woman spoke, the spotlight shifted—every eye drawn to Katie and her crew like metal to a magnet.
Katie shot the woman a withering glare, her voice practically vibrating with outrage. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
A sly smile tugged at the corners of the woman’s mouth as she fired back, her tone breezy but razor-sharp. “Oh? Did I hit a nerve?”
Katie’s cheeks drained of color, a flash of unease flickering in her eyes—though she’d never dare admit it out loud. How was that any different from asking for humiliation?
“You’re making baseless accusations here!” Katie hissed, scrambling to recover. “All I did was question if a veterinarian is really up to the task of saving someone’s life.” She swept a disdainful glance at the woman. “Let’s be real—even the hospital staff couldn’t figure out what was wrong. You honestly think Christina is more capable than a roomful of specialists and state-of-the-art machines?”
Brendon’s face iced over as he chimed in coldly, “If Miss Hubbard truly had some mysterious, incurable condition, and all it took was handing over five percent of the Dawson Group’s shares to save her, we wouldn’t hesitate for a second.”
“Let’s not throw around wild accusations. No one here has any intention of wanting harm to befall Miss Hubbard,” Joselyn retorted sharply, her glare fixed on the woman. “Ms. Peyton, I’d advise you to break that habit of making groundless claims.”
Naomi Peyton just arched a brow, unbothered, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “Oh, I wasn’t accusing anyone. I was just making a reasonable guess—same as you.”
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That left Katie and her crew seething, at a loss for words. Pushing the argument any further would only highlight just how groundless their skepticism of Christina’s capabilities had been.
“Everyone, if you would, please head back to the banquet hall—we’re ready to resume the party,” Elliott, having received word that the hall had been cleaned up, smoothly redirected the guests. “If there’s been any inconvenience, I sincerely apologize.”
He didn’t even make it through his apology before the guests started waving it off—who’d dare let Elliott apologize to them?
The crowd flowed back into the banquet hall. In minutes, the party returned to life, conversation and laughter filling the air as if nothing had ever interrupted the evening. After all, business and social climbing mattered more—few cared whether the guest of honor was even present.
Meanwhile, Elliott ushered Christina into the inner hall, where Bruno and his parents lounged in brittle silence.
Bruno glanced up, eyes narrowing on Christina as if she were an unwanted stray. “Where’s Eloise?” he demanded, his tone edged with accusation.
“She’s at the hospital,” Elliott answered evenly.
A smug little smirk crept across Eugene’s lips. “Told you. In the end, the only solution was to haul Eloise off to the hospital. I said from the start you couldn’t trust this woman.” He looked Christina up and down, his scorn impossible to miss.
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