Chapter 617
Mack lingered in silence for a few tense seconds, jaw clenched, before finally scrawling his signature across the share transfer agreement. He handed it to Christina, his expression dark and stern. “It’s done. Now let Yvonne go—just like you said.”
Christina took the paper and inspected it with measured calm. After confirming everything was in order, she shoved Yvonne toward her parents without a word. Yvonne staggered, her face ghostly pale—not just from terror, but from the sheer amount of blood she had lost.
“Yvonne! Are you alright?” Liza rushed forward, pressing her hands over Yvonne’s wound to slow the bleeding.
“It hurts, Mom!” Yvonne sobbed, her voice strained and trembling. “My hand—please, I need a hospital!”
“We’ll go now,” Liza said quickly, then shot her husband a sharp look, her eyes brimming with malice. “You handle the rest.”
Mack gave a curt nod. “Go. I’ve got it covered.”
Tears streaked down Yvonne’s cheeks as she cast one last venomous glare at Christina before being helped out by her mother.
The door had barely shut when Mack turned to Christina, his voice cold as steel. “Destroy that share transfer agreement, and I’ll let you live.”
Christina met his threat with a serene, unbothered gaze. One brow lifted in amusement as a slow smile tugged at her lips. “Oh? So now you’re planning to kill me?”
“You think I’ll just let you walk out of here?” Mack scoffed. “You had my daughter earlier, so I held back. But now? You’re alone. Things have changed.”
Christina’s smile only widened. “That’s where you’re wrong. Hostage or not, you were never a threat to me.” If she hadn’t learned how to defend herself long ago—how to survive in the chaos of bullets and betrayal—she wouldn’t have dared come here alone. The Jones family was dangerous, yes. But they were nothing compared to the shadows she had already walked through.
“Hah!” Mack sneered, eyes narrowing. “You talk big. Let’s see if your skills live up to your words.”
He snapped his fingers and barked, “Come out!” On cue, several hulking bodyguards surged into the room, surrounding Christina.
L𝑎tеst chαptєrs in g𝒶l𝓷ovє𝓁s.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Yet she didn’t flinch. Her stance remained steady, her eyes gleaming with steely resolve. She wasn’t afraid. Not in the slightest.
“I’m ready for whatever you’ve got,” she said with a calm smile, her tone almost taunting. “Come on—show me.”
“You arrogant little bitch!” Mack scoffed. “Apologize now and agree to run the company under my control, and I might spare you.”
“In your dreams!” Christina shot back, her voice like ice.
Mack’s expression turned deadly. “Then don’t blame me for what happens next.” With a sharp wave of his hand, he barked, “Take her down!”
The bodyguards surged forward, their faces devoid of emotion. Christina didn’t flinch. As fists flew toward her, she moved like water—smooth, precise, untouchable. She ducked under a punch, pivoted on her heel, and drove her fist square into one bodyguard’s gut.
“Ugh!” the bodyguard gasped, doubling over as if his insides had been slammed by a sledgehammer.