Chapter 724:
Brendon hadn’t seen that coming. She’d seriously rather waste a golden opportunity on some random dog than help him. Cold as heck.
“You’re seriously saying I’m worth less than a damn dog?” Brendon asked, jaw tight as he fought to keep his temper in check.
“What else would I mean?” she snapped. “You think you’re better than a stray? Please. You’re giving yourself way too much credit.”
Humiliation burned in Brendon’s chest. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, his grip tight with anger. He warned through gritted teeth, “You’d better think twice before you talk. The guy backing the Dawson Group now? You don’t wanna mess with him. I don’t care if you’re Tiana or the Queen—he’s out of your league.”
Christina narrowed her eyes and shot back, “Is that so? Then let’s find out if I really can’t afford to piss him off.”
“You!” Brendon’s voice cracked in frustration. He had to take a few breaths before barking, “Why do you have to be so damn stubborn? Haven’t I been good to you? Haven’t I put up with enough?”
Christina almost laughed at the irony. Her expression stayed cold as stone as she said, “Let go of me.”
Not far from them, a man with a hard look on his face stepped out of a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom. He’d seen enough, and he wasn’t staying in the car any longer.
“No!” Brendon snapped, refusing to let go of Christina’s wrist, still stinging from the humiliation she had just dealt him.
But he completely forgot about Christina’s strength. Physically, he was no match. Never had been.
A sharp slap cracked through the air. Then another. Within seconds, Brendon’s cheek was marked with a string of burning red prints, leaving him dazed and wide-eyed.
Christina didn’t hesitate. She yanked her hand back, not giving him a second to recover.
But before she could even turn to leave, a furious voice cut through the tension. “How could you do that?”
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She recognized that voice instantly. It was that annoying Terrence—dramatic, unpredictable, and always way too intense.
“How could you strike him with your hand?” Terrence’s jealousy hit like a storm—thick, sharp, and impossible to ignore. She had slapped him twice before, and now she used that same hand on someone else. That burned. Her slapping—that special treatment—should be reserved for him.
“What? Got a problem with that?” Christina shot back without flinching.
Terrence let out a dry, annoyed laugh, clearly frustrated but unable to unleash it on her. Instead, he turned to Brendon, giving him a crooked smile that barely hid the venom in his eyes.
Brendon stared, confused. For a second, it almost sounded like this guy—whoever he was—had his back, but the longer he watched, the clearer it became: this guy was siding with Christina.
Especially when the man’s blue eyes openly displayed animosity, Brendon was even more convinced of his suspicion. What stung even more was that the man outshone him in both appearance and aura. How could Christina, a dull woman he’d cast aside, keep attracting outstanding men? And not just one or two, but quite a few.
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