Chapter 843:
Anyway, the tables would turn—sooner or later—and when they did, she’d crush them both under her heel.
As Christina and Davina walked away, Moss didn’t dare stop them. He knew he couldn’t beat Christina. The fear of ending up like his useless son—impotent and humiliated—haunted him.
“Darling…” Yvonne stepped up, her voice soft as she tried to comfort him, only to be met with his vicious glare.
“Get lost! If it weren’t for you, would I have lost that kind of money? If you weren’t carrying my babies, I’d have dealt with you long ago!” Moss snarled.
His glare was sharp enough to cut. Yvonne instinctively dropped her gaze in fear. She sank her teeth into her lip, but the murderous glint in her eyes was impossible to conceal. This disgusting old freak. One day, he’d get what was coming to him.
Moss’s eyes followed Christina’s retreating figure with seething resentment. “Just you wait,” he muttered under his breath. “You’ll regret ever going up against me.”
Meanwhile, Christina and Davina had just reached the entrance of the auction venue when Brendon stepped directly into their path.
“Ugh, what now, scumbag?” Davina huffed, her annoyance clear as she instinctively moved to shield Christina.
“Christina,” Brendon said, his voice unusually soft. “Would you consider selling the painting to me? I can offer an extra ten million.”
“Ten million extra? You think that means anything to us?” Davina scoffed. He had no idea how ridiculously wealthy Christina was. A stray sum from her daily transactions could easily surpass that offer.
If Bethel hadn’t saved Christina in the past, and Christina hadn’t been trying to live a normal life back then, someone like Brendon wouldn’t have even gotten the time of day from Christina—let alone a marriage.
𝖁𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖋𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖈𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 at 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Brendon bristled at Christina’s silence while Davina hurled disrespectful words his way, his expression darkening by the second. “So, how much are you after?” he asked, his voice frosty.
“I want the entire Dawson Group. Are you willing to hand that over?” Christina tossed the words at him with a sneer.
“In your dreams!” Katie snapped before anyone else could speak, her face twisted in fury. Christina—of all people, a cast-off wife—daring to demand something so ludicrous? Did she really think she could run the Dawson Group well? She was wildly overestimating herself.
“This isn’t a dream,” Christina replied, one brow arching in amusement. “We both know just how priceless the painting I won truly is.”
“How…” Katie faltered, her voice catching in her throat. How did Christina know that Margot adored Feathers of the Divine? Wait a second—Christina had worked as a caregiver in the Scott household. Maybe she had picked up on Margot’s preferences while she was there.
Brendon also pieced it together. The fury on his face melted away, giving rise to something closer to surprise. “You’ve figured out who would like this painting, and that’s why you insisted on getting it—to win her over?”
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