Chapter 508
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“Gladly.” Christina, without a moment’s hesitation, pulled out her phone, the screen glowing. “I’ll just make a quick call to Mr. Scott.”
“Don’t you dare!” Katie blanched, her face draining of color as she instinctively slapped her hand down over Christina’s phone, trying to stop her.
“Stick to the bet we made, and I won’t call him,” Christina said, her voice steady and unwavering.
“Christina, you’re being too over the top!” Katie snapped, her words forced through clenched teeth.
“So what?” Christina sneered, a cold, mocking glint in her eyes. “Let’s not drag this out, shall we? Just get it over with.”
“You—” Katie was furious, but the second she remembered the threat of Christina calling Dylan, she froze. After all, Christina was now working for the Scotts. And Dylan? He’d back her no matter what.
“You’ve got three minutes,” Christina said as she tapped her phone screen to start the timer. “Skip one slap, and I’m calling him.”
Katie stared at the timer, watching each second tick away. She clenched her jaw, lifted her hand, and slapped herself. The slaps echoed through the room, each one loud and clear. She didn’t stop.
Just as Katie was about to deliver the final one, a voice rang out. “Stop!”
Yolanda rushed in and grabbed Katie by the wrist, stopping her mid-motion. “Katie, what the hell are you doing?” she asked, her voice full of feigned concern, eyes already welling up. Then, she turned to face Christina. “Christina, how can you do this to her? Katie’s Brendon’s sister—and you were her sister-in-law!”
“What’s that got to do with you?” Christina shot back, barely glancing at Yolanda. She checked the timer and let a slow smirk appear. “Katie, you’ve got fifty seconds left. And one more slap to go. Don’t finish it? I’ll call him.”
“What is the meaning of this? Who are you even planning to call?” Yolanda asked, her voice edged with confusion as she gazed at Christina.
Christina didn’t answer, so Yolanda turned to Katie instead. “Katie, seriously—what’s going on?”
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Just as Katie opened her mouth, about to blurt out an answer, the distinct sound of hurried footsteps echoed loudly down the hospital hallway. A familiar voice rang out. “Yolanda! Katie!”
Brendon burst into the room, his eyes immediately zeroing in on Katie’s rapidly swelling cheek and Yolanda’s tear-reddened, glistening eyes. “Christina! What the hell did you do to them?” he shouted, his voice tight with fury.
Christina didn’t even bother to glance at him. Instead, her eyes calmly dropped to the glowing timer on her phone. “You’ve got twenty seconds,” she stated, her voice unnervingly calm.
Brendon stared at her, utterly bewildered, his mind reeling. “Twenty seconds until what?”
“Brendon, don’t get upset with Christina. I’m sure she didn’t mean to…” Yolanda jumped in, pretending to defend Christina.
“Yolanda, stop covering for her!” Brendon snapped as he stepped forward. “Explain yourself, Christina!”
Completely unbothered by his outburst, Christina calmly began her countdown. “Five… Four… Three…”
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