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    Before he could breathe, her leg came swinging up and aimed mercilessly at his groin.


    Robin’s expression twisted into a scowl as he dodged again, heat rising to his face—this time from fury. “You fight dirty!” he yelled, ducking another low blow. “First my face, now my crotch? What kind of savage aims for a man’s crown jewels? You’ve got no decency!”


    There was no way—no way—he’d let her mess up his face ornd a hit below the belt.


    Christina just smirked, unbothered. “If it gets the job done, it’s a good move. What’s wrong with aiming low? What, is your pride more important than winning?” she shot back with a mocking grin. “Don’t me me because your soft spots are easy targets.”


    “You’re vile!” Robin barked, dodging again as she kept swinging for the kill.


    Every move was bold, fast, and ruthless—and all below the waist. He gritted his teeth, still refusing to strike back in kind. No matter how aggressive she got, his hands wouldn’t go there. He wasn’t raised that way. If he were fighting a man right now, he would have already paid him back in his own coin.


    From the edge of the courtyard, Kurt doubled over withughter, pping like a gleeful spectator.


    Kurt erupted in boomingughter. “Excellent! Perfectly put! If it delivers results, then it’s a winning strategy!”


    The longer Kurt observed Christina, the more impressed he became. If she ended up with Robin, the Miller household would no doubt be far more spirited.


    Meanwhile, Robin was weaving between strikes, throwing counters while enduring his grandfather’s infuriatingmentary. Agitation rolled off him in waves. “Grandpa, are you confused or what? How could you cheer on while I am at a disadvantage?” he finally yelled, unable to restrain himself any longer. Kurt’s expression brightened with unfiltered glee. “You rascal. I am still sharp as ever.”


    Kurt was so overjoyed that he nearly summoned his subordinates to bring refreshments and toast to the asion. Atst, someone could put this troublemaker in his ce.


    Robin’s irritation burned even more fiercely. “Are you deliberately pissing me off?”


    “Chill down, kiddo. You ought to learn how to master your fury. Look at me—I have endured your nonsense for over a decade. You’ve got a long way to go,” Kurt replied, hisughter ringing out heartily. He’d been enduring Robin’s antics for years, and Robin had barely tasted payback. Aside from his infancy, when he’d actually been lovable, Robin had mostly been a walking stress factory for him.


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    “Oh, finally! Somebody capable of cutting Robin down to size! Hah! What a blessing!” Kurt muttered, smacking his palms together in satisfaction. “Yes! Go harder! Let him feel it!”


    Robin, burning with outrage, felt as if steam could erupt from his skull. In that sh of distraction, a well-timed kick from Christina knocked him t on his back.


    Robin grimaced, a pained hiss escaping through gritted teeth. His jaw locked, fury etched into every muscle of his face. This woman had no mercy—he genuinely thought this kick might’ve cracked something vital.


    What he didn’t realize was that Christina had held back—she hadn’t gone all in. Had she fought seriously, he wouldn’t havested half as long, and he’d be lucky to stand again.


    The moment Robin hit the ground, Kurt froze. Once he confirmed that his grandson wasn’t seriously injured, he pped with delight, his face shining like the sun. “Fantastic! That strike was wless! That’s the kind of skill I live for!” Heughed so…


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