Chapter 821:
Masking the hostility simmering in her gaze, Yvonne turned slightly and leaned toward Moss, whispering something low in his ear.
Once she finished, Moss flicked a glance in Christina’s direction. Then, he let out a low chuckle and pinched Yvonne’s chin, complimenting, “You really are sharp as ever.”
Yvonne feigned a bashful smile as she leaned into his chest, though her eyes glimmered with undisguised contempt. If she hadn’t run out of options, there’s no way she’d have lowered herself to rely on someone as revolting as him. But for now, he was the strongest ally within reach—even though he made her skin crawl.
Brendon and his crew settled in not long after, with Katie openly glaring daggers at Christina, not attempting to hide her resentment.
As the venue continued to fill, Davina leaned over and murmured to Christina, “Why hasn’t Robin turned up yet?”
“No idea. I’ll check,” Christina answered, pulling out her phone and dialing Robin’s number.
Once the call ended, Christina relayed the message. “He’s caught up with something and won’t make it for now.”
“Alright,” Davina said with a shrug, letting it go. Honestly, whether Robin showed up or not made no real difference.
Davina and Christina could secure everything at the audition without relying on anyone’s connections or wealth. It was just a matter of whether they wanted to.
Christina had the kind of wealth that allowed her to snap up anything she wanted without a second thought, though she never flaunted it.
And after sticking close to Christina for so long, Davina had quietly accumulated enough money to live in luxury for several lifetimes, though even that didn’t come close to touching Christina’s fortune.
𝓛⍺𝕥𝒆𝕊𝓽 с𝒉αρ𝐭𝓮𝓇𝓈 gⲁⅼ𝓷𝗈ν𝓮𝗅𝗌﹒с𝑜ｍ
As Christina sat still, a strange unease crept up her spine. She could feel someone’s gaze on her again—prying and deliberate. On instinct, she turned her head toward the source of her discomfort, only to catch the stares of Yvonne and Brendon.
But theirs didn’t rattle her. Her gut told her that the gaze digging into her wasn’t coming from Yvonne and Brendon. It was something else entirely. Her head snapped upward suddenly, her brows knitting in a faint frown.
Up there were designated private viewing rooms—reserved for powerful figures who preferred to stay in the shadows.
Christina had once sat in a room like that before. Hidden. Sealed. Designed with custom bulletproof one-way glass. Those on the floor couldn’t see who was inside, but the ones inside had a perfect view of the entire place—a privilege reserved only for the elite.
Meanwhile, inside one of the private rooms upstairs, Terrence was sprawled lazily on a leather sofa, one leg slung over the other, lips curved into a smirk as he blew out soft rings of smoke, his eyes fixed on Christina.
“The woman I’ve set my sights on has razor-sharp instincts,” he murmured to himself, amusement curling at his lips.
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