Chapter 884:
“Search them and their bags again. Check if there’s anything else tucked away.”
“You have no right!” Joselyn shrieked, her voice shrill with outrage. “And I’ve been right here the whole time! How on earth could I have stolen anything?”
“Apologies,” Aylin said coldly, her gaze firm. “But this is Ms. Jones’ order. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll have no choice but to do it by force.”
Aylin scorned Joselyn and her crew. Even someone as distinguished as Dylan treated Christina with nothing but respect—these three women clearly had no idea who they were dealing with. Christina was showing restraint out of respect for Bethel.
“You have no right to search us! If you lay a hand on me, I’ll sue you!” Katie’s cheeks were flushed red and swollen, her face twisted in fury as her tone turned downright threatening.
Yolanda was a bundle of nerves. As the bodyguards stepped forward, she let out a frightened shriek. “Ah…”
Yolanda cursed inwardly. She had already sent a message to Brendon in secret. Why hadn’t he shown up yet?
Just as the guards closed in, a voice bellowed from the entrance of the living room. “Stop right there!”
Christina wasn’t surprised to hear Brendon’s voice. She merely turned her gaze toward him with a cold, detached expression.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Throwing your weight around?” Brendon stormed into the room, glaring daggers at Christina. His tone was thick with hostility. He hadn’t bothered to ask a single question—just barged in and decided she was in the wrong.
“Brendon…” Yolanda whimpered, tears streaking down her cheeks as she collapsed into his arms. She sobbed miserably against him, putting on such a heart-wrenching performance that anyone unaware of the truth would think she’d just been victimized beyond belief.
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩: g𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈𝗏𝗲𝗅𝘀꞉𝗰𝗼𝗺
And Brendon bought every second of it. His eyes narrowed at Christina, his face dark with accusation. “What exactly are you trying to pull? Just because this is your house, you think that gives you the right to throw your weight around and bully people?”
He flung the accusation without proof, and Bethel’s face flushed with rage. Her grandson truly couldn’t see past his own bias.
Bethel glanced over at Christina. Christina’s expression was unreadable, her demeanor as calm as ever.
But Bethel doubted it was true calm. Brendon had misjudged Christina so harshly and was now defending the mistress who had wrecked their marriage. Christina must feel a twinge of pain from that.
Bethel assumed Christina was too upset to respond, and the urge to speak up for her grew stronger. But just as she opened her mouth, Yolanda—still sniffling—beat her to it.
“Brendon, please don’t blame Christina. It’s our fault,” Yolanda murmured, her voice thick with calculated emotion. Her eyes were bloodshot, and tears traced their way down her cheeks.
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