Chapter 811:
“Alright, alright,” Kurt chuckled, finally easing up. “Let’s go eat. I’m starving.” With that, the group set off together for a meal.
The group’s destination was Morfort Restaurant.
Christina and Davina arrived a little later than the rest, having made a few stops to shop along the way.
“I’ll give it to him—the owner of Morfort Restaurant really knows how to run a business,” Davina said as they walked in. “He’s got all those ventures out in the open, but he still manages a whole series of Morfort Restaurant branches across the country behind the scenes. That’s no small feat.”
Davina glanced sideways at Christina. “You’re quite a match for him, though you’ve earned enough to relax and not manage things so intensively.” They couldn’t openly say the owner of Morfort was Dylan, a secret he guarded heavily, so Davina kept things vague.
Christina nodded. “Yeah, he’s sharp and resourceful. I’ll give him that.”
“You two would make a hell of a pair if you ever got married,” Davina teased.
Christina laughed, shaking her head. “Stop playing matchmaker. I’m doing just fine on my own.”
They chatted a few steps away from the entrance when an all-too-familiar voice rang out behind them. “Christina!”
Both women froze. Their smiles vanished in a blink, replaced by irritated frowns.
“Ugh,” Davina muttered under her breath. “Why is Yvonne always popping up uninvited? She’s like a bad… ”
Christina shrugged. “She’s based in Kitaso. Running into her isn’t exactly shocking.”
Still, Christina was a little curious. She hadn’t kept tabs on the Jones family for a while now, especially after selling off the Jones Group. So, how did they manage in…
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Kitaso? And more importantly, how did Yvonne still have the cash to eat at a place like Morfort Restaurant?
Christina turned to look—and there was Yvonne, one hand resting smugly on her protruding belly. Standing beside her was Moss.
Christina’s gaze sharpened. Moss—the same man whose son, Balfour, had been rendered impotent by her kicks and blows. How did Moss and Yvonne get involved? Now that Balfour suffered from infertility, if the child in Yvonne’s belly was Moss’s, Alexa’s place in the family could be in serious jeopardy.
“Christina, why didn’t you let me know you were in town?” Yvonne purred, all smiles. “I could’ve treated you to a meal!”
Moss chimed in smoothly, his eyes locked on Christina. “Why not make it now? Miss Jones, care to join us?”
He smiled, but the flicker of hatred and desire in his eyes gave him away. If it weren’t for Christina, the Glyn family line wouldn’t have risked dying out. Thankfully, he’d gotten Yvonne pregnant. Her pregnancy had been a miracle—a baby born out of his previously diagnosed sterility. But even with that, he wasn’t letting go of his grudge against Christina.
Christina didn’t bother playing nice. “Not available,” she said flatly, turning to leave.
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