"What I do is my freedom, it has nothing to do with you. Don't you think you're being too nosy?"
Missy was at a loss for words.
Now Christina didn't care about her at all and just started scolding her.
Christina had really changed.
Or was it that Christina couldn't secretly love William, couldn't openly love him, and now she was going crazy?
Seeing Christina walking ahead and distancing herself, Missy immediately caught up.
"Christina, don't be mad. I know I did this without your consent, but we're friends. I was just trying to protect you in a moment of confusion."
Ridiculous.
"You were confused but still knew clearly to protect me, and I should thank you?" Christina continued walking without looking at Missy.
Someone like Missy didn't need to stay by her side anymore.
Missy was speechless.
But to break off with Christina like this?
No way.
She quickly ran in front of Christina, blocking her path, "Christina, don't say things in anger. Aren't you going to participate in the Golden Cup Award?"
"And the annual art competition at school is about to start."
Missy's words reminded Christina of something she hadn't thought of.
With the art competition and the Golden Cup Award, she could definitely make a name for herself in the industry.
Moreover, Missy could be used.
Christina said indifferently, "So what if it starts? What, you want me to help you with your submission?"
Missy was also an art student. Although she wasn't as bad as Jennifer, who hired ghostwriters and took credit for others' work, Missy wasn't much better.
For those better than her, she would find ways to bring them down.
"Of course not. Christina, I was thinking, if you become famous, you can finally hold your head high. You're my best friend, and seeing you succeed would make me very happy."
Christina didn't believe Missy's words.
But since she decided to use Missy, she couldn't be too harsh.
"Missy, I appreciate your thoughts. Next time you want to do something, make sure to tell me first. Help me sign up for the art competition."
"Okay."
In her previous life, Missy didn't help her sign up for the art competition. At that time, she was deeply involved in the William incident and didn't pay much attention to it.
This time!
She would start with these two events and reclaim all her achievements.
William took Jennifer back to the hospital.
The atmosphere in the car was silent, and Jennifer wanted to start a conversation but didn't know how.
It wasn't until William was about to leave after taking her to her room that Jennifer couldn't hold back, "William, are you going back to trouble Christina? I think Christina is just trying to get your attention. If you do something to her and she makes a scene, what will you do?"
Should everyone know that William and Christina had sex?
Then, if Christina played the victim, everyone would sympathize with her, and public opinion would force William to marry Christina.
Just thinking about it made Jennifer feel endless fear.
This time, Christina would benefit, and how could she let Christina become William's woman?
William's mind immediately pictured Christina's cold face, and he said coldly, "I won't let her get that far."
"But hasn't she already? Her friend exposed me online, she reported me, and even called the police." Jennifer's eyes reddened as she spoke.
This sequence of events made it seem like Christina was the mastermind.
And in the architecture department, William hadn't done anything to Christina.
If Christina really made a scene, wouldn't she end up as William's wife?
"William, I'm really afraid of losing you, otherwise, I wouldn't have done this." Jennifer sobbed softly, holding William's hand.
In front of William, Jennifer had always been intellectual, elegant, gentle, and noble.
And calm.
Now, Jennifer was crying weakly, while Christina seemed much calmer.
It was as if they had switched roles.
William's eyes darkened.
"William."
Not hearing a response from William, Jennifer called out softly.
William's thoughts were pulled back, and he said coldly, "I don't blame you. Rest well and prepare for the competition. I have things to do, so I'll go now."
Since William said so, Jennifer could only let go of him understandingly.
Successful men liked obedient women the most, and she couldn't let William dislike her.
She even added considerately, "William, be safe on the road."
"Okay."
William responded lowly and then turned to leave.
After William left, Jennifer immediately took out her phone and made a call.
"I don't care what method you use, get rid of Christina. I want her to disappear from this world completely!"
Mentioning Christina, a fierce look flashed in Jennifer's eyes.
Christina had ruined her plans, and she couldn't let Christina continue to interfere in her and William's world.
And she firmly believed that only dead people wouldn't cause trouble.
Christina didn't return to William's villa, nor did she stay with Missy.
She planned to rent a place off-campus and commute.
Unexpectedly, before she could find a place, Bob appeared with a group of bodyguards, blocking her way.
Christina knew she had no way out, so she didn't struggle and obediently followed Bob, who took her to William.
William was sitting on a leather sofa, legs crossed, holding a cigarette.
His posture was casual and lazy, yet natural.
The moment she stepped into the entrance, William's eyes swept over her coldly.
Christina's heart tightened.
She knew William was here to settle accounts with her.
Instead of waiting for William to speak first, she decided to speak up.
"Uncle, I already explained everything clearly at the architecture department. Now you're still coming after me, don't you think you're being too petty?"
William paused his smoking, a cold smile forming on his lips, "What did I tell you before I left?"
Christina was silent, recalling William's words.
To prevent any issues with the birth control, he wanted her to stay at his villa until he was sure she wouldn't get pregnant before letting her go.
And she had left the villa as soon as he was gone and even reported his favorite person.
Of course, Christina had decided to act and wasn't afraid.
"Uncle, are you trying to keep me caged like a bird?"