Chapter 38

Christina turned her head away and stopped looking at William.

However, when you hate someone, even their breathing next to you feels suffocating.

Christina impatiently said, "Can you get out of my sight? Now that something has happened to Jennifer, shouldn't you be with her?"

"Don't forget, if it weren't for me, you would now..."

"So I should thank you?"

Christina interrupted with a cold laugh.

What good is it that William helped her this time?

She would never forget the painful experiences of her past life. No matter what William did, Harper could never come back to her.

Harper's hopes, disappointments, and pain-she would never forget any of it!

William squinted his eyes, "Is your hostility towards me that great?"

Christina had changed so much from before, not just towards him, but also towards Jennifer, and even her own mother, including Missy.

If this weren't the 21st century, he would really suspect that Christina's body had been taken over by another soul.

"Since you can feel it, why do you still interfere with me?" Christina spoke bluntly.

She had no good feelings towards William, only endless hatred. She wouldn't be grateful and worship William as a god just because of a small favor.

It was the first time William had seen a woman as ungrateful as Christina.

"Who is interfering with whom?"

William's eyes darkened.

Christina didn't speak.

In William's eyes, her first involvement with him was very abrupt. Then there were the things she did, reporting Jennifer, entering the competition herself.

Including at the school gate, where she accidentally got into his car, and now, he thought she did it on purpose.

"I have no intention of interfering with you. If you want to help, that's your business."

Although these words were annoying, they also made William unhappy.

William's face darkened, and he sneered, "So, I'm meddling in other people's business?"

Christina didn't speak.

But silence meant acquiescence.

William called Bob, "Bring that man in and have him recreate the scene."

William hung up the phone and turned to leave.

Christina really didn't expect William to go this far, recreating the scene-was this a movie?

But William was serious.

The half-dead Harold was thrown in front of Christina. Seeing Christina, Harold begged repeatedly, "Ms. Windsor, I didn't know your relationship with Mr. Cavendish. Please ask Mr. Cavendish to let me go, I beg you."

Harold didn't dare do anything to her.

Christina sneered, but before she could say anything, William's voice came from not far away, "The condition for letting you go is to do it like before."

"What?"

Harold was completely stunned.

Like before?

Christina wouldn't give Harold this chance, and she wouldn't give William the chance to watch the show either. She coldly said, "Only someone like you would have such a perverted hobby."

The next second, she stepped forward and grabbed Harold by the collar, "Only scum like you!"

Then, Christina kicked Harold in the stomach.

Harold let out a miserable scream, "I already know I was wrong. Why are you still hitting me? Do you want me to die? Besides, every industry has its rules. If you don't know this, what are you doing here?"

"So you're saying it's my fault?" Christina punched him twice more.

She was using Harold as a punching bag to vent her anger, but she also realized that in this life, she had many things to do and would inevitably face many unknown dangers.

She had to learn some self-defense skills. Otherwise, just like with William, he could easily break her hand.

If she knew martial arts, William wouldn't even be able to get close to her.

Harold cried out in pain, "I didn't say it was your fault. I've already apologized. And I've been beaten like this. What more do you want? Do you really want me to die?"

"I'm not asking you to die, but you should suffer."

Christina said as she continued to hit him.

She was venting her anger and also treating Harold as if he were William.

Seeing Christina hitting so happily, William's face darkened.

He had intended to punish Christina for thinking he was meddling, but instead, he had given her a convenient way to vent her anger.

Bob, who was behind him, had already realized this. William's special treatment of Christina was not a good sign!

But now, he didn't dare say anything.

Christina got tired of hitting, and Harold was left barely alive. Christina pointed at his nose, "What you call a common phenomenon doesn't work with me. From now on, if you see me, go the other way!"

"Okay."

Harold used his last bit of strength to respond to Christina.

Harold was dragged away, leaving only Christina and William in the room.

But the two didn't communicate. William's thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, his eyes coldly fixed on Christina, with a hint of sharpness.

"You've finished watching the show. Is there anything else?"

Christina spoke indifferently.

At that moment, her meaning was clear: if William had nothing else, he could leave.

William's voice came out from his nose, "You want to leave after using me? Who taught you to do things this way?"

"No one taught me. I just don't want to have any contact with you. In case you think I'm seducing you, deliberately approaching you. I have a reputation to maintain."

Christina's voice was cold. At this moment, she didn't want to see William at all.

Hating someone truly comes from the heart, and that sense of repulsion is impossible to suppress.

William seemed to hear the biggest joke, "Reputation? Do you still have a reputation?"

"Why wouldn't I have a reputation?"

She had already explained what needed to be explained. If people wanted to attack her, that was their business and had nothing to do with her.

William didn't respond, but the sarcasm at the corners of his mouth became more apparent.

Christina hated William's contemptuous and superior attitude. Seeing William unmoved, Christina didn't want to struggle with him verbally.

But just as she was about to bypass William, he grabbed her wrist, "Where are you going?"

"Uncle, I asked you to leave, but you didn't. I know your status is high, and it's hard to listen to me. If you don't leave, then I have to go." Christina coldly mocked.

William's expression was extremely unpleasant, and his eyes seemed to reflect endless sharpness, "Christina, are you looking for death?"