Looking at Christina, who looked like she was about to lose her mind, Yara sneered. "Did I say anything wrong? Christina, let me ask you—what makes you think you're even qualified to go against Andrew? His company is worth billions. If he really wanted to crush you, you'd be dead a hundred times over by now."

Christina shouted in fury, "Yara, whose side are you on? Are you with the Wrights, or are you with Andrew?"

Yara laughed coldly. "Does that even matter? I already know you're going to go running back to Quinton to tattle, but I couldn't care less. You're nothing but a curse in human form—a scheming little parasite.

"Don't think I don't see what you're doing. You're trying to use our family—the Wrights—to get back at Andrew. But too bad for you, while Quinton might be dumb enough to help you, I'm not. Because no matter how I look at you, you're just a manipulative bitch with an agenda."

Christina clutched her stinging face, too humiliated to speak, and climbed into the car