?Chapter 365:


    “That was incredible! Nicely done!”


    Robiny t on the ground, struggling to catch his breath, looking as if he had just been hit by a freight train. And his grandfather was standing there… cheering?


    Christina, who had nned to walk away after the confrontation, was left momentarily speechless by the bizarre turn of events. She couldn’t figure out what was going through the elderly man’s mind. He didn’t seem unhinged, but his behavior certainly didn’t make much sense. Cheering while his own grandsony sprawled on the ground? It all feltpletely surreal. Had these two just escaped from a madhouse?


    With all these thoughts spinning through her head, she almost missed Robin scrambling upright, his finger pointed straight at her.


    “You set me up! Who pulls a stunt like that without a heads-up?” he shouted, his voice thick with outrage.


    “what if I deliberately caught you off guard—what are you going to do, cry about it?” Christina’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she threw Robin a bold, taunting look, utterly unfazed by his outrage.


    Robin was already seething, and her cheeky response sent his fury into overdrive. “You…” he spluttered, but the words jammed in his throat. Trying to scold her was like yelling into a storm—useless and exhausting. She was infuriatingly unbothered, her skin thicker than armor.


    From the sidelines, Kurt watched the drama unfold with a grin of pure amusement. Finally, someone capable of knocking that arrogant brat down a peg. pping like an excited spectator at a prize fight, he beamed, “Excellent! Beautifully said!”


    Robin jerked his head toward his grandfather, neck stiff like a rusted hinge, staring in disbelief. Whose side was the old man on, really?


    Christina gave Kurt a sidelong nce, brows drawing together ever so slightly. This elderly man seemed to have quite the knack for stirring up things.


    Trying to salvage his pride, Robin jabbed a finger toward Christina. “That throw earlier? Total fluke. I wasn’t guarded. You got lucky, that’s all.” With an icy snort, he added, “Do you dare to face me in a fair fight?”


    He wasn’t just some pampered kid—he’d trained. He could take on multiple opponents without breaking a sweat. A slip of a girl like her? Please. She had onlynded that move because he wasn’t expecting it.


    “Bring it on.” Christina didn’t waste words and agreed immediately. She stood like a statue,pletely at ease, her eyes locked on Robin with cool, unshaken contempt.


    Robin’s temper red up. Unbelievable. No one had dared stare him in the eye like that, let alone with that kind of nerve. Her unbotheredposure burned him alive inside, but his pride—and his upbringing—wouldn’t let him strike first. “I’ll give you the first move,” he hissed, jaw clenched. “Ladies first.” His only hope was that her skill matched her swagger.


    “dly.” Her lips twitched into a cocky little smirk, and then she struck. A blur of motion. Her fist rocketed toward his face like a bullet.


    A faint sound sliced through the air—a sound so subtle that only someone trained would have noticed it. Robin’s eyes widened. His instincts screamed. If she had purposely muffled the sound, then her control was terrifying. Even if she hadn’t, the…


    strike was naturally that fast and quiet. She was no ordinary fighter. Either way, this wasn’t someone to take lightly. Still, his pride balked. No way a woman could be that good. But he wasn’t dumb enough to bank on that belief. He jerked his head aside just in time, barely avoiding the iing punch.


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