Chapter 338
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Yvonne’s face twisted with jealousy.
“What capabilities does she even have? You think she’s some kind of miracle worker who can make the Jones Group thrive again?”
“You don’t get it,” Mack said, leaning back with a cynical grin.
“Even if she’s clueless about business, she’s got that pretty little face. It would be a shame not to use it.”
His eyes slid over to Yvonne.
“Mr. Glyn happened to see a photo of her recently, and he’s taken quite an interest in her.”
The moment Yvonne heard that name, a truly disgusting image flashed in her mind: a vile, greasy old man with a swollen face, teeth the color of old corn, and a belly so massive it looked as though he’d swallowed a beach ball. Just imagining him, she could almost smell the repulsive stench that seemed to ooze from his very pores—an odor so foul that it made her stomach churn. But if they could just deliver Christina straight into that loathsome old man’s bed…
Yvonne pictured Christina being tormented by that revolting pig, and a dark, twisted thrill of satisfaction coiled deep inside her. But then a harsh, racking cough seized her body, leaving her eyes streaming with tears and her throat raw and scraped.
“Are you okay? Feeling any better?” Liza asked, her hand gently patting Yvonne’s back. “The doctor warned you about getting too worked up. It’s not good for you. Your father and I never actually intended for Christina to inherit the business. We’re just using her, sweetie.”
Once Yvonne finally managed to catch her breath, she wiped away her tears and sniffled. “I thought you didn’t want me, your own daughter, anymore.”
“How could we ever?” Liza reassured her, her voice soothing. “As long as Christina doesn’t get her hands on a single share of the company, we can just dispose of her whenever we want.”
“I get it now,” Yvonne murmured, slowly nodding her head.
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Mack explained it simply. “If we get Christina into Mr. Moss Glyn’s bed, connections won’t be an issue anymore. Mr. Glyn is working on a massive deal with the Millers—you know, the wealthiest family in this town. And I heard the Millers are very close with the Scotts.”
Yvonne’s eyes suddenly gleamed with excitement. “Dad, does that mean we could use Mr. Glyn to get close to Mr. Scott?”
She’d seen Dylan in the financial news—the man was a prodigy in the business world. Not only was he strikingly handsome, but his family background was incredibly distinguished, and his abilities were remarkable. Rumor had it he looked even more impressive in person than in his photographs. If she could meet Dylan and somehow win him over, the Jones family could dominate Kitaso and rise into the most exclusive, elite circles of Lorbridge!
“Well…” Mack’s brow furrowed, a troubled expression crossing his face. “That might be a bit tough, unless we can first build a connection with the Millers.”
Yvonne’s shoulders slumped. How was she ever supposed to reach someone who seemed so far beyond her reach?
“Don’t be sad, my dear,” Liza said gently, patting Yvonne’s shoulder. “You deserve only the best this world has to offer, and that means marrying into the richest family, at the very least.”
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