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    “Of course not,” Robin replied, beaming. He didn’t mind the age gap, especially with the prospect of improving his skills. One day, when he was skilled enough, he would take on Epic. He was determined to defeat Epic and be a legend. With admiration in his eyes, he looked at Christina, full of sincere respect.


    Christina smiled back gently. But in the quiet of her mind, a question lingered. If Robin ever found out that the friend he respected so much was actually the woman who had once beaten him in disguise… would he be so mad that he’d challenge her all over again?


    Christina chatted casually with Robin, all while discreetly keeping tabs on the two assassins.


    The two assassins blended in like regr gamblers, stopping now and then to ce bets at different tables. But their nces felt off—too sharp, too focused. It was clear they were searching for someone.


    Under Robin’s lead, Christina toured the public areas of the casino. “Do you have a private lounge here?” she asked, as if it was a passing thought.


    Robin nodded. “Of course. It’s on the top floor. Want to see it?”


    That saved Christina the trouble of making up a reason. She gave a hesitant smile. “Only if it’s convenient. If not, forget it.”


    “Convenient? You’re my friend—what could be inconvenient?” Robinughed, throwing an arm around her shoulders.


    Hidden beneath her thorough disguise as a young man, Christina stiffened slightly. Her shoulder twitched ever so slightly, but Robin didn’t notice. Still grinning, he said, “Come on, let’s go.”


    “Okay,” she replied, matching his energy. The two walked off, arms draped casually over each other’s shoulders.


    Christina had one goal now—find out where Dn was. But asking directly would be risky. Too obvious. And she couldn’t be sure if the assassins were tied to the Miller family.


    With Robin leading the way, Christina made it to the top floor easily. His status as the Miller heir opened doors without question.


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    As they moved upward, Christina quietly studied everything. Security was tight. Sneaking inter would be nearly impossible. Even the casino staff didn’t seem to have free ess here.


    Near the lounge, she noticed a room guarded by severalrge, grim-faced men. Their alert eyes missed nothing.


    Once inside the lounge, Christina nced around and asked with feigned nonchnce, “No guards here?”


    Robin shrugged. “I barely use this ce. Besides, I’m not hosting any VIPs.”


    “VIPs?” Christina echoed, feigning mild curiosity. “What kind of VIP needs such heavy protection from the Miller family?”


    Robin smirked and leaned in, eyes glinting. “Curious, are we?”


    “Not really,” she said, deliberately downying her interest.


    Robin’s yful spark fizzled out instantly. How boring. Then, as if testing her, he said, “The Scott family—ever heard of them?”


    There was a flicker of caution in his eyes now. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something about this friend was off. While he wasn’t particrly fond of Dn’s standoffish attitude, he wouldn’t stand idly by if someone harbored ill intentions toward Dn, even if that someone was the friend he had just made. After all, when it came to familiarity and trust, Dn still held the upper hand. He practically knew nothing about this friend he’d made impulsively.


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