Chapter 77
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As everyone assumed that the seemingly gentle Christina would be crushed by the fierce and wild Katie, what happened next shocked them. Christina stood still, her face unreadable. When the crowd assumed she was frozen with terror, she effortlessly lifted her hand and grabbed Katie’s wrists.
Katie struggled fiercely, but Christina’s grip was unyielding. No matter how hard Katie tried, she couldn’t break free.
The onlookers’ perception of Christina shifted. It was only then that they realized this seemingly delicate woman was much stronger than she appeared.
Katie thrashed and fought, her frustration boiling over into visible rage. “Release me!” she hissed.
Katie swung her leg in a desperate kick, but Christina effortlessly dodged, releasing one of Katie’s hands in the process.
In a flash, Christina slipped behind Katie. With a quick step forward, she jabbed her knee sharply into the back of Katie’s leg.
Katie gasped as sharp pain shot through her leg, and she collapsed onto her knees.
A voice from the crowd broke the silence. “Whoa! Did you see that?” Applause burst out, followed by cheers and whispers all around.
“Wow! That was incredible! The gorgeous lady is so cool!”
“That wild woman looks like she’s got money. Do you think the gorgeous lady will get in trouble for this?”
“That wild woman totally deserved that. Some people need to be put in their place.”
“Man. I’m a guy, and even I wouldn’t have the guts to stand up to someone like that wild woman. The gorgeous lady is fearless.”
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“What’s the big deal? You’re all hyping that great-looking chick up way too much. She just beat me to intervene, nothing special.”
“Really? Then what stopped you from stepping in earlier? At least the gorgeous lady had the guts to act. Is it so hard to admit someone else is better than you? People like you are all talk. Big words when it’s over, but nowhere to be found when it counts.”
By the time Katie snapped back to her senses, she was already down on her knees—her designer tights torn, her leg screaming with pain. Kneeling in front of a…
crowd was bad enough. And for her, who had been spoiled and revered her whole life, it was beyond degrading. She was used to watching others kneel, never imagining she’d be in that position herself. Now, trapped in this humiliating pose as a sea of onlookers clapped and jeered, rage surged through her. How dare that wretched Christina disgrace her like this in public?
Katie struggled to rise, but her hands were still pinned tightly behind her back by Christina. A firm pressure on her shoulders forced her to bend forward, making resistance impossible. She couldn’t even lift her head, let alone fight back.
Katie was livid. That wicked Christina! It was no surprise—Christina was nothing more than a lowly servant, hardened by years of tough labor. Naturally, she possessed the raw strength to dominate so easily.
“Let me go!” Katie snarled through clenched teeth, her voice low and furious. “If you don’t let go right now, I swear you’ll regret it!”
Christina didn’t flinch. Instead, she gave a cold, dismissive smirk. “I’ve got the strength and the guts to deal with people like you.”
Christina suddenly released Katie’s hands, tossing them aside like a dirty rag, then flicked her own hands as if trying to shake off some grime. “I’m not scared of you,” she added, her voice sharp and steady. “But I won’t waste another second on someone as pathetic as you. I have better things to do.”
With that, Christina turned her back and walked away. But Katie misunderstood her exit, thinking Christina was afraid of the Dawson family. After all, none of the Jones family liked Christina. She was just a nobody with no one to stand by her side, easily dismissed and overlooked.
Katie didn’t bother worrying about Christina going to the Jones family with complaints—it wouldn’t make any difference.
Katie sprang to her feet, her face contorted with spite. Clutching her designer handbag tightly, she swung it fiercely straight at Christina’s back. “Go to hell, you miserable little wretch!” she screamed.
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