Chapter 412
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But Moss shot him a glare that could freeze blood. “Stay out of matters that don’t concern you. Focus on delivering Christina to my bed. That’s your only task.”
With that, he stormed off without another word.
Mack watched Moss go, his expression darkening. He had failed to send Christina to Moss’s bed—and unwittingly allowed Moss to violate his wife and daughter under his own roof. The more he thought about it, the more his blood boiled.
He turned slowly toward Liza, his gaze sharp and cold as steel.
Liza felt a shiver crawl down her spine under the weight of Mack’s stare—it was like he could swallow her whole. “Why are you staring at me like that? It’s not on me. We were all tricked by that scheming bitch.”
Yvonne tightened her jaw and jumped in. “Exactly! Christina played all of us. She even screwed me over back at the hotel. This mess? It’s her doing, no doubt about it. We’ve got to hit back.”
Mack’s frown deepened just a little. “But how did she even pull it off? When did she give us the drug?”
“I’ve got no idea,” Yvonne admitted, clearly baffled. She’d gone over it in her head more times than she could count, but she still couldn’t figure out when Christina had made her move.
“The main thing now is shoving Christina to Moss’s bed. That’s our ticket to secure the partnership,” Mack said firmly.
“But we’ve already messed up the drug plan twice…” Yvonne said, her voice uneasy.
Liza went silent for a moment. Then, her eyes narrowed, sharp with intent. “Then let’s just kidnap her.”
If the sneaky route wasn’t working, Liza was ready to go straight for the throat.
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“We can’t do it ourselves. We need professionals for something like that,” Yvonne said, keeping it practical.
Mack nodded. “She’s right.”
The three of them leaned in closer, heads together, planning out exactly how they’d take Christina without a single slip-up this time.
At the hospital, Christina’s long lashes fluttered as she slowly woke, still foggy. When her eyes met Dylan’s deep, steady gaze, she snapped fully awake.
“You’re up,” Dylan said gently.
Christina gave a nod. “Yeah.” Thinking back to last night, she felt a little awkward. “I totally knocked out. Sorry you had to deal with that.”
“It’s nothing,” Dylan said coolly, still watching her. “You sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine, really. Nothing’s wrong,” Christina replied with a smile.
“They didn’t mess with you, did they?” Dylan asked, not entirely convinced.
Christina kept her smile and gave a small nod. “They didn’t.”
Dylan could tell Christina wasn’t being honest with him. But if she wasn’t ready to talk, he wasn’t going to push it.
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