Chapter 1073:
Judd quickly picked up the cue and turned back to Christina, smiling as he interjected, “Miss Jones, these men are all influential figures. Why don’t you raise a glass in their honor?”
In Judd’s book, everyone thrived on vanity, and no woman could resist when the stakes gleamed bright enough. He refused to believe that the promise of billions wouldn’t sway her.
But Christina knew exactly what game they were playing. Her voice dropped, sultry and inviting. “Since you’re all big shots, a simple toast won’t be enough. Allow me the honor of feeding each of you myself.”
That was the answer they had been waiting for, their crude grins spreading wide, barely hiding their desire.
Christina plucked a glass of red wine from the hand of the man standing beside Judd. Smiling warmly at him, she slipped the poison into his drink with such discreet precision that no one noticed.
All eyes were locked on her radiant face and mesmerizing movements. None of them spared a glance at her hands.
The poison dissolved instantly into the wine, leaving no trace, her swift and practiced sleight of hand impossible to detect.
Christina was more than a skilled gambler—she was a master of medicine and poisons alike. Whether she chose to kill or to leave a soul wishing for death, it was all at her whim.
These men had a history of drugging those they had set their sights on, so she decided to give them a dose of their own medicine, ensuring they would suffer for the rest of their lives.
Their desire overwhelmed them, eyes glazed as they devoured her with their stares, their expressions filled with lust. They longed for a world without witnesses, where they could do as they pleased with her.
One by one, Christina fed them their drinks, each laced with poison.
Every time one of them tried to grab her wrist, she dodged with effortless grace, like quicksilver slipping through their fingers.
Yet her evasions only added to their frenzy—her teasing smiles, her glances heavy with allure, made them crave her even more.
Having successfully poisoned them, Christina lost all interest in continuing the charade. The seduction in her eyes vanished, her aura turning cold and detached. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” she said icily, intent on leaving.
But the moment she moved, the men instinctively blocked her path, refusing to let her leave.
These men were all baffled. How could someone change so suddenly, so drastically? Just moments ago, this beauty had been brimming with charm; now she stood cold and detached.
They gaped at Christina in confusion, her face stripped of all expression, unable to make sense of the change before their eyes. Had they somehow offended her? Yet, when they thought it over, none of them could recall doing anything wrong.
“Miss Jones, where are you heading?” Judd asked, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
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