Chapter 625:
Now, seething with rage, Trevor raised his hand, aiming to strike Brendon. But Brendon was faster. He caught his father’s wrist mid-air, his eyes cold.
“You dare defy me?” Trevor bellowed, his voice sharp with disbelief and fury.
Joselyn stood to the side, torn. She didn’t want to side with Trevor—she knew how self-centered he was. But with the future of the family hanging in the balance, she couldn’t afford an open rift. If Trevor ever seized full control of the company, she and her children might be completely cast out.
Her decision made, Joselyn hurried forward and wedged herself between the father and son. “Enough!” she snapped, her brows drawn tight in frustration. “The company is on the brink, and here you are, turning on each other instead of fixing the mess!”
Trevor let out a bitter snort. “Fix it? What do you expect me to do? Get down on my knees and beg that shameless Christina for help?” He shook his head with disgust. “You made this mess. You clean it up.”
With a sneer, he turned away. “I want no part of this circus. I’m done. Don’t count on me to grovel before Christina.”
“How can you just stand by and do nothing?” Joselyn burst out, her voice sharp with frustration.
Trevor crossed his arms, unfazed. “And why shouldn’t I? I wasn’t the one who crossed her—you were. I’ve only seen her once. I had never offended her.” Of course, Trevor would never admit he’d met Christina in private once and gotten nothing out of it.
“If you’re not going to help, then scram,” Brendon said icily, his tone cutting through the tension like a blade.
Trevor’s eyes blazed. His son’s cold defiance was like a slap to the face. “Brendon—” Yolanda started, hoping to defuse the brewing conflict, but her voice was drowned out by the sudden screech of tires.
A car rolled to a stop nearby, breaking the moment. Before anyone could react, Christina stepped out.
Christina had come straight to the Dawson Mansion after returning from Kitaso, never expecting to meet the Dawson family at the gate.
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As soon as Christina stepped out of the car, Katie stormed forward and demanded, “What are you doing here? You’re not welcome at the Dawson Mansion.”
Katie narrowed her eyes, certain that Christina had shown up to manipulate her grandmother with those sweet words again. The thought alone made Katie’s blood boil. Bethel had been far too swayed by Christina last time.
A glare colder than ice was all Christina bothered to give. “Step aside,” she snapped, making it clear she wasn’t interested in pointless arguments.
Just as Katie readied a sharp reply, Trevor’s cheerful voice interjected, “Yolanda, didn’t you say you would beg for Christina’s help? Lucky you, she’s right here.”
Yolanda’s mood soured instantly, her hands balling into tight fists. Nothing about the previous claim of begging Christina or even apologizing had come from the bottom of her heart. Those words were uttered solely to win the Dawson family’s approval.
A burst of anger came from Brendon. “Don’t talk to Yolanda like that. If anyone’s asking Christina for help, it’ll be you. You can’t order my fiancée around.”
Relieved by Brendon’s prompt intervention, Yolanda smiled at him and leaned closer, making another attempt to solidify her gentle and considerate image in his heart. “If it’ll make things easier, maybe I should beg Christina.”
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