Chapter 393
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Right then and there, Yvonne vowed to make Christina suffer a thousand times over for this humiliation.
Yvonne, now trembling and stripped of her usual arrogance, stammered, “I’ll call…”
She choked back sobs while fumbling for her phone, her hands trembling as she dialed her mother’s number.
The instant the call connected and her mother answered, all her strength vanished and she broke down. “Mom… Mom…” she cried out, her words thick with tears.
On the other end, Liza’s voice turned frantic. She heard her daughter’s sobs and her heart twisted with worry. “Yvonne, what’s the matter? Tell me what happened!”
“Your mom? I said to call Mack, not your mother!” Moss shouted, his temper flaring all over again.
Liza’s face drained of color as Moss’s voice blared through the line. Her hand shook so much that she nearly dropped it.
Only last night, Yvonne had messaged both Liza and Mack, bragging that the plan had gone off without a hitch and that Christina had been taken to the hotel. Liza and Mack had even raised a toast, imagining how their plot would finally land them a profitable partnership with Moss. But now… Wasn’t Christina supposed to be with Moss last night? How had it all gone so terribly off track?
“I…” Yvonne stuttered, her voice shaky as a fit of coughing wracked her body, fear making it impossible to speak clearly.
Moss shot Yvonne a look of utter disgust. “What’s wrong with you? Are you sick or something? Don’t you dare get me sick! If anything happens to me, I’ll make sure your whole family pays for it!”
Liza felt her heart wrench in pain while she listened to Moss threaten her daughter. Concern washed over her, but she was unable to do anything to Moss. In the past, the Jones family could have matched the Glyn family’s strength. However, that was no longer the case. These days, the Jones family depended on the Glyn family much more than the Glyn family relied on them.
“Yvonne, pass the phone to Mr. Glyn. I need to speak with him,” Liza hastily said, her words shaky with anxiety.
Lɒtєst ϲh𝒶ptєrs ιn g𝓪lnovеℓ𝓈.𝗰𝗼𝗺
With trembling hands, Yvonne did as she was told and passed the phone to Moss. “M-my mom wants to speak with you,” she stammered.
A cold glare flickered in Moss’s eyes as he grabbed the phone from Yvonne, his irritation plain on his face.
“I asked for Christina, not some reject you scraped off the street!” Moss frowned, pinching his nose in disgust as he barked into the phone. “She sounds like she’s on her last breath every time she coughs. Are you trying to infect me or what?”
On the other end, Liza’s voice quivered with panic. “Please, chill down. There’s nothing contagious. Yvonne is just not in the best health, but she’s not sick.”
“You’d better be telling the truth. If I find out you’re lying, your whole family will regret it!” Moss warned, his arrogance unmistakable.
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