Chapter 166:
Katie, finally snapping out of her daze, chimed in, “Mr. Palmer, don’t listen to her! That black card probably isn’t even hers. It could be stolen! Call the police! Arrest her now, and when the real owner shows up, you’ll be the hero. You’ll be rolling in rewards!”
Katie’s suggestion made sense to both Claude and the senior sales assistant. With Christina refusing to let them off easily, calling the police suddenly felt like their best option. If it turned out Christina had actually stolen the black card, they could simply let the authorities handle her—her fate would be sealed. On top of that, a nice cash reward and brighter prospects awaited them if the accusation proved true. That was a tempting prospect for anyone in their shoes. Both Claude and the senior sales assistant stood up, shaking off any trace of desperation or pleading.
Without hesitation, Claude whipped out his phone and called the police, demanding Christina’s immediate arrest.
Christina’s voice was cold as she warned, “If you’re bent on this, don’t blame me for what comes next.”
Katie scoffed, her lips twisting with contempt, “Tough talk. I’d love to see you try. Just remember, prison isn’t a pleasant place to grow old.” A laugh came from Thea. “We might even pay you a visit behind bars — if we’re in a good mood!”
Christina’s original plan had been simple: dismiss Claude and the senior sales assistant. But after their stunt, blacklisting them from the entire industry seemed only fair. As for Katie and Thea… A steely glint flickered in her eyes, cold and calculating.
Christina smirked. Right now, Katie, Thea, Claude, and the senior sales assistant had already been poisoned. As night descended and sleep claimed them, the symptoms would begin to creep in. This toxin was never meant to be lethal. Its purpose was pure torment—a maddening itch would spread across their lips, impossible to soothe or scratch. They’d find no relief, clawing at a sensation buried deep within skin and bone, a restlessness that would gnaw at their nerves. Each night would become an ordeal, rest stolen by the incessant agony.
The misery would linger for five days and then vanish without a trace, leaving them with no evidence of what had caused it.
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Christina’s concoctions had always been of various kinds—they could heal or simply make someone beg for mercy. Had these people not gone out of their way to insult Chloe, she might have spared them entirely. With her abilities, she could have delivered a physical blow with ease, but she’d purposely held back, orchestrating their suffering without arousing suspicion.
Christina’s fingers danced over her phone as she quietly sent a message.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, William Addams—the CEO of this very luxury brand—was deep in an important meeting when the alert flashed across his screen.
His assistant tapped on the door, entering with William’s device in hand. A flash of annoyance passed over William’s face, his demeanor cold and commanding as he glanced up. A single look from him made it clear—this interruption had better be for something critical.
His assistant hurried forward and lowered her voice. “Mr. Addams, you’ve got a message from Miss Jones.”
William instantly reached for his phone, the hardness in his eyes melting away, replaced by unmistakable respect. For a moment, the device seemed almost precious in his hands. He didn’t hesitate. “Meeting adjourned,” he said, rising and heading out of the conference room with the phone clutched tightly.
Around the table, the meeting’s attendees traded confused glances and soon began murmuring among themselves.
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