Chapter 1129:
“Look at this!” Katie shoved her phone under his nose, breaking through his dark thoughts. “Christina’s sugar daddy just bought her another toy—an Aston Martin this time!”
“Brendon, you have to stay away from her, or you’ll end up as the biggest fool in the city,” Katie continued her lecture, but Brendon wasn’t listening anymore.
Brendon’s attention was laser-focused on the photo, his hand slowly curling into a fist. His knuckles went white with the force of his grip. So Christina’s mysterious benefactor showered her with mansions and supercars. No wonder she walked around like she could have anything she wanted. But who was this man? Who had enough money to treat million-dollar cars like casual gifts? Could any man really tolerate her being involved with other men? At Margot’s birthday party, she’d had the audacity to flirt with Dylan, and there were whispers about her involvement with three other men. What kind of man would put up with that level of drama and competition?
Brendon couldn’t fathom that Dylan was the one spoiling Christina. It was even more impossible to believe that someone of Dylan’s stature would be content securing a corner within her heart. Dylan would gladly accept any role in Christina’s life, no matter how small, as long as it meant staying by her side. Her happiness mattered more to him than his pride—more than anything else in his carefully constructed world.
“There’s no doubt that Yolanda will take first place in the Global Fashion Design Competition this year,” Katie murmured. “Once Allison accepts Yolanda as a protégé, the Dawson Group will see incredible benefits from that connection.”
Brendon’s forehead creased with a slight frown as he nodded. “You’re absolutely right.”
He figured that Katie had hit the nail on the head. Having someone with Allison’s reputation and connections would give the Dawson Group a tremendous edge over its competitors.
Word on the street was that Allison was the judge of this year’s Global Fashion Design Competition and would handpick the most talented designers, offering them the rare opportunity to study under her guidance.
Katie was just opening her mouth to continue the conversation when her phone suddenly started ringing. “Wait, that’s strange. Yolanda should be upstairs in her bedroom right now. Why is she calling me?”
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She quickly swiped to answer the call, but the color drained from her face the instant she heard what was on the other end. “Yolanda? Yolanda, are you there?” The line went completely silent.
Katie’s voice rose with panic as she called out, “Brendon! Something’s wrong with Yolanda! She’s having another attack!”
Without hesitation, Katie and Brendon both bolted toward the stairs. When they crashed through the bedroom door, they found Yolanda writhing in agony, her body twisting as she rolled off the bed onto the floor.
“Yolanda!” Brendon’s face went white as he rushed to her side, raw concern written all over his features.
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