Chapter 1208

“And since Mr. Lloyd needs a new target to let off some steam, maybe you should volunteer, Davon,” Aspen said sweetly.

The moment those words landed, Davon jumped up in pure panic, wailing, “Ms. Aspen, no, no, please! Don’t say another word. I’ll do exactly what you say–everything, exactly as you want!”

After groveling, Davon’s plump face darkened in shame. He spun around toward Christina, pointed straight at the door, and roared, “Christina, you worthless tramp, get out! Right now! You heard Ms. Aspen. Get the hell out of Phoenixdream Enterprises!”

Christina’s eyes widened. She could not believe that Davon was this spineless, that easy to terrify.

She hissed, “Davon, you’d better think twice about what you’re doing! If you throw me out, do you really think Mr. Wright will let you off afterward?”

She barked a bitter laugh, furious to the core, and deep inside, her hatred for Aspen grew even sharper. Being thrown out in front of everyone, this humiliation would haunt her in Blumedale forever.

Surprisingly, Davon doubled down, his voice booming, “I said get out–now!”

There was not a shred of mercy in his tone. He did not give a damn about Quinton. At worst, he figured he would just lose his job.

But if he crossed Andrew, he would not just lose a job. He could lose his life, and maybe worse.

Davon was not stupid. He knew exactly which was the bigger threat.

Christina’s face twisted, dark as a thundercloud. If she left, she would be nothing but a joke. Yet, if she stayed, Davon clearly was not bluffing–he might have her thrown out by force, which would be even more humiliating.

At a complete loss, Christina turned her desperate eyes to Andrew and cried out, “Andrew, are you really going to let Aspen bully people like this? Are you just going to stand there and watch?”

Andrew chuckled lightly. “This is between you two. What does it have to do with me?”

Christina nearly screamed, “If you hadn’t given her the authority or backed her, do you think she would even dare to challenge me?”

Andrew sneered. “You had no problem using Quinton’s support for yourself. So, why can’t Aspen lean on me? Do you think I’d help you over my own maid?”

The words hit like a knife straight into Christina’s heart. For a second, the stabbing pain nearly made her bite through her own lip.

Andrew truly doted on Aspen–there was no denying it.

As for her? There was nothing left but coldness and mockery.

The bitterness, jealousy, and resentment all twisted together inside Christina until it became a burning, searing ache.

Everything Aspen had now should have been hers.

Regret, hatred, and despair overwhelmed her to the point that for a moment, Christina even thought about throwing herself off the building.

Aspen pointed coldly at the door. “Christina, get out. If you don’t, I’ll gladly slap you across the face and throw you out myself.”

Christina’s vision blurred with tears she could no longer hold back. She gritted her teeth and hissed, “Andrew, Aspen, fine–you win today! But this isn’t over!”

Snatching up her purse, she stumbled out of Phoenixdream Enterprises, looking utterly broken.

In her panic, her high heel twisted wrong, and she crashed to the ground hard. Her ankle immediately swelled red and angry, but no one moved to help her.

No one pitied her, nor did anyone offer a helping hand.

Tears of shame streamed down her cheeks as Christina sat there, humiliated beyond words.

Was this what her life had become–trampled under the boots of Andrew and Aspen, powerless to fight back?

She refused to accept it, nor would she accept it.