Chapter 328
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“Called it. No gratitude at all! She’s got a heart of stone!”
“With a whole family fortune waiting to be handed over to her, she still has the nerve to act out? If it were me, I’d be thanking my adoptive parents right then and there!”
“Most people would know how to be thankful. But greedy folks? Nothing ever satisfies them—not even everything!”
Each cold remark from the onlookers made Christina’s expression harden. Nobody here bothered to understand the full story, yet they passed judgment like she was some hideous criminal. Spending just one day in her shoes would break most of them, and if they had even half of her capabilities, they’d be far more ruthless than she was.
Turning her attention back to the three men, Christina let a mocking grin slip. “So what’s it going to be? Are the three of you ready to make this bet, or are you just all talk?”
“Of course we’re in!” the slender man snapped, puffing up his chest. “But you’ve got to put something on the line too!”
The other two men quickly nodded in agreement. “Yeah, what are you willing to wager?”
A sharp nod from Christina settled it. “If I lose, I’ll apologize to each of you and hand over five hundred thousand per person.”
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Half a million dollars each! No one in the square could believe what they’d heard—such a sum was almost unfathomable.
“Has she lost her mind? It’s like she’s begging for trouble and tossing a fortune into the mix!”
“Seriously, can she even pay up? That’s one and a half million if she loses!”
The burly man, upon hearing an onlooker’s doubt about Christina’s financial ability, immediately asked, his voice booming with suspicion, “Are you telling me you can really cough up 1.5 million just like that?”
“Not just 1.5 million. Try more if you really want to push it. With this many people watching, do you really think I could weasel out of it if I lose? What? You’re uncertain whether even the three of you combined could handle me? That’s pathetic,” Christina shot back with a smirk, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
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The wiry man, eager to jump in, jabbed a finger in her direction as he turned to the other two men. “Folks, let’s just take her on. If she loses, make her get down on her knees and apologize while handing 1.5 million over to us. Even if she doesn’t have that much money, we won’t suffer any loss.”
“That’s right! With all three of us here, she’s not getting away if she loses,” the slender man chimed in, a false bravado coloring his words.
Christina exhaled in mild irritation, her voice even. “Enough chatter. Come at me all at once and quit wasting everyone’s time.”
The crowd traded uneasy glances, convinced she’d just volunteered for a disaster.
The wiry man curled his lip in contempt. “Ha! Never seen anyone so eager to dig their own grave. We wouldn’t want to be accused of ganging up on a woman. Frankly, it’ll only take one of us to put you in your place.” He scoffed, shooting a look at the slender man beside him, “Go on—bet you can make her surrender within seconds.”
Though the slender man bristled at the order, the prospect of humiliating Christina put a twisted smile on his face. “Fine, I’ll go first!” he shouted, balling his fist and lunging at Christina.
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