Chapter 79

"I just came to grab something and had some other stuff to do, so I didn't tell you guys," Christina said casually.

Missy noticed the car Christina was in and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Wow, look at this fancy car! You're really living it up."

Christina just smiled faintly and stayed quiet.

But Missy had other thoughts. She recognized the man in the driver's seat as William, a top-tier wealthy individual. Who wouldn't want to get close to someone like that? A life of luxury would be guaranteed.

She deliberately opened the car door. "I've never been in a car like this before. Mind if I check it out?"

Christina knew exactly what Missy was getting at and smiled lightly. "Sure, I'm sure Mr. Cavendish wouldn't mind."

William frowned.

"I heard you recently got into the architecture school. Can you do me a favor?" Missy asked.

Christina furrowed her brows. "Depends on what it is. But if you're trying to get into our architecture school, I really can't help with that."

"Why not?" Missy bit her lip.

Christina sighed. "Kelvin is super strict with me, and he publicly said he wouldn't take on any more students. If I go against him, wouldn't that be disrespectful? Missy, you wouldn't want to put me in a tough spot, right?"

Missy was taken aback, not expecting Christina to turn the tables on her. She awkwardly smiled and said, "Of course, that's really unfortunate. If Mr. Fisher isn't interested, I won't push it."

When they arrived at their destination, Missy marveled, "We've known each other for so long, and you've never invited me over."

In her previous life, even when they were close, Christina never did because she knew that no place was truly her home. Here, she was just a guest.

"This is my uncle's private residence. I'll head back in the car, and the driver will come to pick you up later," Christina said with a faint smile.

"Alright!" Missy was glad for the opportunity.

William frowned. "You're leaving already?"

"Yeah, it's not convenient for us to stay together. I don't want any photos getting back to Nicholas," Christina said, tilting her head before quickly leaving.

Missy smiled. "Don't mind her. She's ungrateful. I'm a bit thirsty. Can you get me a glass of water?"

"Get it yourself from the kitchen," William said coldly.

Missy knew this was her only chance. She turned to look at him, then fetched a glass of water. As she walked towards him, she pretended to trip, spilling the water on William's chest and falling into his arms.

She immediately put on a panicked expression. "I'm so sorry! Let me clean it up."

William's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth. "Let go!"

Missy wasn't about to miss this opportunity. Alone with him, she placed her hand on his chest. "Mr. Cavendish, your muscles are really firm."

William narrowed his eyes and kicked her away.

Missy flew across the room, hitting her chest hard and colliding with the table leg. A sharp crack echoed through the room.

Her leg was broken!

The pain was so intense she nearly passed out, screaming in agony.

William, disgusted, called for his bodyguards. "Get her out of here."

The bodyguards obeyed, tossing her outside to fend for herself.

Missy, nearly delirious with pain, gritted her teeth and called for an ambulance.

Christina watched from a distance, feeling conflicted. She knew William's temper and that he wouldn't let provocations slide, but his handling of the situation still surprised her.

Evil begets evil, she thought, and left without further concern.

Breaking her leg wasn't a small matter, and Missy's personality wouldn't let it go. She was clearly going to cling to William.

Bob was sent to handle the situation. Standing by her hospital bed, he asked, "Will your leg heal?"

Missy, agitated, replied, "It's broken! What do you think? He has to take responsibility."

"What? Do you expect Mr. Cavendish to marry you and take care of you for the rest of your life? Let me warn you, this is your own doing. If you want to make a big deal out of it, Mr. Cavendish will see it through. He broke your leg, and he'll take responsibility for that."

Missy had no choice but to accept the compensation, knowing she couldn't fight William.

The incident didn't blow up, but word got around. Jennifer heard about it and, after learning Missy's identity, suspected Christina was behind it, possibly trying to use her classmates against William, only to be thwarted.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Jennifer made a call. "I can't wait any longer. Christina is becoming too important to William. I need to get rid of her!"

A voice on the other end replied, "Now isn't the right time."

"Then tell me when is! Am I supposed to just watch William get taken away by her? I can't stand it," Jennifer said, agitated.

"What do you plan to do?"

"I don't care about anything else. I just want Christina gone. Find a way to make it happen!" Jennifer said with hatred.

After a moment of silence, the voice responded, "I'll think of something."

Kaitlyn's birthday was approaching, and she visited the architecture school to hand out invitations, especially to Christina.

"I'm most looking forward to you coming, so you have to be there. Grandpa said it's a great opportunity to meet influential people. You can expand your network."

"Sure," Christina agreed without hesitation.

Kaitlyn hugged her and blew a kiss. "I knew you were the best."

"Stop being so clingy. I can't handle it," Christina said, shaking her head.

With the invitation in hand, she had no reason to decline. She carefully selected a handcrafted piece as a birthday gift, spending quite a bit.

The party was in the evening, and she planned to head over after work.

The birthday party was at the Fisher Mansion, lavishly decorated, showing how much Kelvin valued Kaitlyn.