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After unleashing his frustration, Moss quicklyposed himself and faced Robin again, his voice turning overly polite. “Mr. Miller, let’s leave it at that. I’d appreciate it if we could both forget what happened here today.”
“Go on.” Robin motioned with his hand, a polite gesture on the surface, though deep down, it was nothing more than his way of saying, “I’m done looking at you. Get lost.”
Moss could barely contain his anger, but with no other option, he bit back his fury and stalked away.
Alexa’s re at Robin and Christina was as sharp as knives. Still brimming with resentment but powerless to do anything yet, she clenched her jaw in frustration. She grabbed Balfour by the arm. “Come on, we’re leaving.”
Dragged along, Balfour tightened his fist, his chest burning with humiliation and a thirst for payback. In his mind, this was far from finished. He would make sure Christina and the Millers regretted this day.
Once the Glyns had finally exited, Robin turned to Christina with a casual nce. He delivered a warning that sounded almost light. “You’re better off steering clear of the Glyns. Don’t go running around on your own unless you want to end up stuffed in a trunk somewhere.”
Christina shot him a yful grin. “What’s this, Robin? Are you actually worried about me?”
A faint flush crept up Robin’s neck, and he muttered irritably, “Who’s worried about you? I couldn’t care less if you dropped dead somewhere.”
“Sure, keep telling yourself that. You’re not fooling anyone,” Christina teased,ughter in her voice.
Robin crossed his arms, and his expression darkened. “That’s not it at all. I just don’t want my grandfather to be annoyed if something happens to you. Take it as friendly advice, nothing more.”
Christina’s smile never wavered as she replied, “However you phrase it.” Amusement danced in Christina’s eyes as she continued to fix Robin with her gaze, which only made him more unsettled.
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“Fine! Go ahead and make your own mess—doesn’t matter to me!” Robin spun around without waiting for a response and began to walk off.
Christina remained rooted to the spot, a smirk curving her lips as she watched him walk away. In spite of all his bluster, he really wasn’t such a bad guy.
Robin barely made it a few paces before second thoughts slowed him down. Suddenly, he stopped, turned back around, and strode right up to her. He leveled a stern look at her.
Her. “You need to stay out of trouble until after my grandfather’s birthday banquet. If something happens, and his celebration is ruined, you’ll answer to me.”
“Try talking nicely for once,” Christina retorted, her chin lifted. “Why do you always have to sound so harsh?”
“I’m not wrong. Maybe if you didn’t run headfirst into trouble, you wouldn’t keep making enemies. Out here, power and influence matter more than anything. Without them, no one’s going to cut you any ck,” Robin replied, voice crisp.
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