Chapter 926:
“Excellence? Ha! What’s so excellent about her? She’s nothing but a slut who seeks attention wherever she goes,” Katie snapped, her face tightening with jealousy.
Brendon barely registered their exchange. His attention was wholly fixed on Christina, his mind tightening with anxiety. If he didn’t act soon, he feared her interest would drift entirely toward other men. Especially someone like Dylan—a man who eclipsed him in every possible way. It was nearly impossible for women to resist a man like Dylan.
Brendon surmised that, as a divorced woman with no family background, Christina could never hope to marry into the Scott family. Yet, she could become Dylan’s mistress. If Dylan desired her, he could have her—or any woman, for that matter.
Brendon didn’t believe there existed a woman alive who could resist Dylan. A woman as vain as Christina, he thought bitterly, would likely give in to Dylan’s advances in no time.
That was why Brendon resolved not to let Christina’s focus drift away from him. Whether or not he ended up with her in the end, she had to love him—and keep herself far from any other man. Especially those who were superior to him. He would never permit Christina to live a life better than his own. If she did, she would soon forget that she had ever loved him with such depth. Only by ensuring that her life after the divorce was harder than before could he keep her yearning for the life she had once shared with him—and keep her love intact.
With that bitter conviction, a shadow flickered in Brendon’s eyes as he abruptly snatched the mask from Katie’s hand.
“Hey!” Katie exclaimed, startled, her hand instinctively flying to clutch her mask. “Brendon! Why are you taking my mask?”
Katie had planned to wear the mask later and invite a wealthy young man to dance with her. Who could say? Perhaps it might have led somewhere.
“Let me borrow it for a while,” Brendon replied in a low, deliberate tone. Every mask had already been taken, and he had no idea where he could possibly find another.
𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸𝖼𝗈𝗆
“What on earth do you need a mask for? Are you…” Katie’s words trailed off as a sudden thought struck her. Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not actually thinking of joining those men to vie for Christina’s attention, are you?”
Brendon said nothing, which only deepened Katie’s irritation.
“Brendon, Yolanda is right here! How can you even think about running after another woman? What does that make her look like? Are you being fair to her?” Katie’s gaze burned with indignation as she clutched the mask tighter, refusing to let go.
Yolanda’s eyes shone with unshed tears, her voice trembling with a hint of grievance. “It’s alright. Brendon, I believe you just want to help Christina out of a difficult situation. You’d never do anything to betray me. I trust you.”
“Katie, you’re far too naive! Keep being so careless, and they might really get back together,” Katie said, her tone sharp with frustration.
These days, Katie sensed that her brother’s attention had shifted from Yolanda to Christina more often than before, and she couldn’t fathom why Yolanda failed to notice such a glaring change. If Yolanda didn’t hold on to him more firmly, there was every chance he would find his way back to Christina. After all, Christina was no longer the woman she had once been; she had become remarkably skilled at winning over men.
“No, that will never happen.” Yolanda gave a small shake of her head and lifted her gaze toward Brendon. In a quiet voice, she asked, “Brendon, would you ever do something to betray me?”
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