"Scarlet!" Yasmin poked her on the head. "I suspect that the rumors online ndering me were spread by you."


    Suddenly, Ryan came over with a ss of wine, clinking it from a distance. "Ms. Jackson, it''s been a while.


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    "Mr. Frost, I didn''t expect you to be here tonight as well," said Yasmin, somewhat surprised. She saw through his intentions but didn''t address them directly. Instead, she asked, "When did you be interested in our entertainment industry?"


    "Just looking to get a piece of the pie," Ryan smiled and said calmly. "I''m just not sure if Ms. Jackson is willing to cooperate?"


    In other words, the RF Group was considering entering the entertainment industry. Out of respect for Yasmin, he wanted to give her a heads-up to avoid any future misunderstandings.


    Yasmin smiled. "Mr. Frost, you''re hrious. It''s the survival of the fittest in any industry."


    From a distance, Christine watched the scene with gritted teeth.


    Her mother was going all out to pave the way for Charlotte. And now, the renowned Ryan waspletely focused on that person. Why was that?


    Joanne happened toe out of the toilet and walked past her. "Christine, why aren''t you going over? Your mom was just looking for you."


    Christine rubbed her stomach. "Joanne, I suddenly feel unwell. I need to go to the toilet."


    "Alright." Joanne nodded, a bit worried, and reminded her, "Call me if you need anything."


    "Okay!" Christine nodded vigorously and quickly went into the toilet.


    She leaned against the door, opened her palm, and looked at a packet of white powder. Her phone suddenly rang.


    Seeing the caller ID, she couldn''t help but smile. "Hello, you''re here?"


    "Something urgent''se up, so I won''t be able to make it." The voice on the other end of the line was cold. "Is Frank apanying her today?" "Frank, Frank, Frank. Why is he so concerned about Frank? He''s definitely jealous!"


    Christine knew all too well how she had arrived at her position today. She concealed her displeasure well and said, half-truthfully, "No, it''s Ryan." "Ryan?"


    "Yes."


    "Got it."


    Christine couldn''t help but ask, "Do you need me to do anything?"


    The voice on the other end took on a hint of danger. "What do you want to do?"


    "She''s with Frank today and with Ryan tomorrow. Aren''t you angry?" asked Christine.


    "Mind your own business." The man''s voice turned cold. "Remember your ce. If you touch a on her, I''ll kill you."


    His tone was chilling.


    Even though Christine had known him for years, she still felt a shiver down her spine.


    ingle hair


    "I-I didn''t mean it that way. I''m sorry... I''ll remember!" Christine responded submissively and hung up the phone.


    Three minutester, after calming down, she flushed the toilet and walked briskly towards the banquet


    hall.


    Passing a drinks area, she paused slightly, called over a waiter, and pointed to a cup of juice. "Take this cup of juice and deliver it to the youngdy in the mermaid dress next to Ms, Jackson." "Okay."


    Christine watched the server walk away and smiled satisfyingly.


    She hadn''t wasted any of the material she had gone to great lengths to obtain. Since Ryan wanted to pursue his wife, then she didn''t mind giving him a hand.


    Ryan would definitely thank her in the future.