Chapter 355
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“I treat animals, not grown boys pretending to be men,” Christina shot back icily.
If the man’s own family couldn’t rein him in, what made this elderly man think she could?
The whole thing reeked of tired old ideas—
“He just needs a good woman.”
“Marriage will mature him.”
“She’ll turn him around.”
Please. If a man had…
Spent his life unchecked and untamed, expecting a woman to fix him was nothing short of delusional. Hah! It was a classic deflection—shifting the burden onto a woman and then blaming her when he inevitably stayed broken.
Christina smirked. Pathetic. The moment a woman convinced herself she could rescue a wreck of a man, she was already halfway down a bottomless pit. In relationships, the rule was non-negotiable: pick someone solid and never play the savior. Deep character flaws didn’t vanish just because someone loved hard enough.
The elderly man stiffened, clearly taken aback by her frosty shift in tone. He was just beginning to grasp what had prompted her change when someone suddenly shouted,
“Run! What are you doing just standing around? The cops are actually on their way!”
With that warning, the person bolted.
Christina hadn’t planned on getting dragged into police business. She had only stepped in to help the elderly man recover his cash—not to end up in handcuffs. Without a word, she vanished into the crowd.
The elderly man tried to follow her, but chaos had broken loose. People were running in all directions, jostling him from every side. By the time he made it through the stampede, she was already gone. He had no choice but to flee as well. Despite being the patriarch of the Miller family—Kitaso’s wealthiest—he wouldn’t be exempt from arrest.
Yes, the Miller family had its share of legal gambling operations, but this particular venue wasn’t one of them. An arrest here wouldn’t just tarnish their reputation—it would send their stock prices crashing and give his enemies the perfect opportunity to strike.
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Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, a pair of cold, furious eyes followed Christina’s exit. That meddling pest! If it hadn’t been for that shouted warning, Christina would’ve been in cuffs by now.
Yvonne clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned white. Rage surged through her in choking waves, her body convulsing with coughs fueled by fury. She’d been so close to getting Christina detained for gambling and assault—only for some busybody to ruin it all.
Damn it all to hell.
Yvonne shot a sharp glare at the path the lean man had vanished down before bolting after him without a second thought. Letting Christina walk away unscathed wasn’t something she intended to allow. Elsewhere in the hospital, a different scene was unfolding.
A brisk pace carried Christina down the corridor until, without warning, she collided with a solid, warm chest. Steady hands landed firmly at her waist, and her muscles tensed. She nearly launched into a self-defense move when a low, familiar voice drifted by her ear. “Are you alright? Did something happen?”
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