Chapter 242
Chapter 242:
Danica loosened her embrace, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She raised a hand and wiped the corners of her eyes. “What’s with that look? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me p>
Kristine replied, “If you weren’t familiar, I would have filed a harassment complaint by now p>
Danica burst out laughing. “Then why do you look so gloomy? What happened — did you get your heart broken? Lucky for you, I just set up a night out with some handsome guys at a bar nearby. Let’s go unwind!” She seized Kristine’s hand and tugged her forward, overflowing with excitement, as though the years that had separated them meant nothing at all.
They arrived at the bar. Danica gave her number to the staff, who immediately led them into a spacious private room. Several people were already inside — every single one of them a woman.
Each woman’s expression shifted subtly when they spotted Kristine beside Danica.
Danica began, “Let me introduce p>
Her words were cut off by a shrill voice. “No need for introductions. Everyone here knows Kristine — Colton Yates’ most devoted admirer p>
A hush swept through the room as all attention shifted to the speaker. It was Jemma.
Seeing Jemma there caught Kristine off guard. Nearly every woman present had once shared a classroom with her, their time as classmates rooted in their families’ similar social standing. Everything had changed for Kristine after her father’s passing, which sent her family’s fortunes tumbling in Peudon. She never would have guessed that Jemma was now running in these circles.
𝗬о𝘶𝘳 d𝖺𝘪𝘭𝗒 dо𝗌e 𝗼f ոо𝘃𝘦𝗹s 𝘰𝗇 𝗴𝖺𝗹ոо𝗏е𝗅𝘴.c𝘰𝘮
Danica, who had spent years abroad, didn’t know about Kristine’s past — but she knew who Colton was. “Kristine, who is that woman? She seems ready for a fight,” Danica muttered.
“She’s Monica’s daughter,” Kristine answered quietly.
“Monica’s daughter.” Danica paused as realization set in, and her expression darkened with contempt. “Now I get it. You’re Kristine’s half-sister. I’m hosting tonight, and you’re not welcome here. If you have any self-awareness, you’ll leave on your own p>
Jemma’s face turned red with anger. “Do you really think Kristine is the same person she once was? Her father’s gone, and no one has her back. Once I recover the antiques that are rightfully mine, she’ll be broke. You’d be smart to pick your side carefully p>
“Antiques, you say?” Danica’s voice rose. “You still have the nerve to eye Kristine’s things? I ought to teach you a lesson, you little—” Without another word, Danica lunged.
Though she had always struggled academically, Danica had never lacked for quickness. Within moments, she had forced Jemma down onto the floor.
Jemma screamed, shielding her face. “You’re insane! Stop p>
Several people rushed forward to pull them apart.
Kristine moved to the side, her eyes shifting restlessly. She and Danica had only ever been classmates — not close friends — and they had spent just three years together at most. Yet as Danica fought on her behalf, an unexpected warmth flickered inside her.