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    She dreaded the scenario where Christina bore Moss a child. If that happened, she and Balfour would be nothing but shadows in the Glyn family’s legacy. No. She couldn’t let that happen. rm surged through her like wildfire.


    “This vile woman has made it impossible for our family to continue its legacy! Honey, you must stand up for Balfour!” Alexa wailed, her arrogance reced by tears and a pitiful plea for sympathy.


    Moss blinked, as if emerging from a daze. The Glyn name—his name—was at stake. More than that, he knew the truth. His ability to sire children was gone. No matter how much Christina tempted him, she could not salvage his lineage. His son was thest hope. Revenge was not just personal—it was necessary.


    “My son will never have children of his own. What do you propose to fix that?” Moss demanded, his voice low and full of menace as his gaze bore into Christina.


    Christina let out a frigidugh. “He tried to vite me. Losing just his manhood was mercy.” Any man who sought to defile her would face the music, manhood ruined being the most merciful oue. She didn’t fear retaliation. Let them try.


    “You venomous wretch! You’ve cut off the Glyn family’s line! We won’t let you get away with this!” Alexa’s face was blotched with fury, tears streaking down as she grabbed Moss’s arm. “You must do something! If your father hears about this—he’ll erupt…” she whispered, voice trembling.


    Miguel Glyn, Balfour’s grandfather, had always favored Balfour. His influence had kept Alexa in her ce beside Moss all these years. Alexa invoked Miguel’s name with purpose—a warning directed at Moss—not to let lust outweigh loyalty to blood. Miguel was still breathing. The lineage of the Glyn family had to be preserved.


    “You’ve destroyed my house’s legacy. You won’t walk out of Kitaso until you pay what’s owed!” Moss dered, face dark as a storm. He didn’t fear Miguel’s wrath—in fact, he saw an opening. If Christina was backed into a corner, he could control her.


    Anyway, retribution or not, he would hunt down King and fix his son. And as for the stunning force of nature standing before him—he would make her his, no matter the cost.


    Christina stood firm,posed as ever, not a flicker of fear or nerves on her face. Just as she parted her lips to respond, a piercing voice sliced through the air from behind.


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    Robin’s frosty remark came. “Plenty of bark for a crowd with no bite.” He strode beside Christina, jaw set, his stare like a winter de fixed on the trio before him.


    Moss nearly snapped at Robin to stay out of it, but when recognition hit, his words crumbled before they left his mouth.


    But Balfour wasn’t as restrained. “Robin! Keep your nose out of this! Miller name or not, this doesn’t concern you!” he shouted. “She ruined my cock, and I’m settling this today! Just because your family’s got clout in the city doesn’t mean you get to trample logic. If this explodes, the fallout hits your family too.”


    Robin tilted his head with a crooked grin, tongue tucked in cheek, clearly amused. His eyes drilled into Balfour with unwavering intensity, his whole stance daring Balfour to keep going. “You threatening me?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.


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