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    Christina lifted her head and met those unmistakably familiar eyes. Dn had arrived.


    Robin’s gaze lingered on the moment Christina sank into Dn’s embrace, a knot tightening uneasily in his chest. The scene pricked his nerves, and Yvonne’s sudden cling from behind only fueled his irritation. His eyes dropped to the delicate arms wrapped possessively around his waist.


    With a sharp edge, he asked, “Are you going to let go?”


    Yvonne hesitated but reluctantly loosened her grip. Mock panic flickered in her voice as she stammered, “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Miller! I didn’t mean to—”


    Not far off, Lorraine’s eyes burned with quiet fury, dark and venomous as they bore into Yvonne. Her fingers clenched around her wine ss, knuckles whitening with the force—ready to shatter.


    Lorraine’s original n had been simple: trip Yvonne so that she would identally ssh red wine over Christina, making it look like an unfortunate ident rather than a deliberate sabotage. But fate had other ns. Not only had Christina avoided embarrassment, but Yvonne had somehow gained the upper hand.


    Lorraine—the goddaughter of Celine, Robin’s mother—had neverid a finger on the edge of Robin’s suit. Yet here was Yvonne, boldly wrapping herself around him like she owned the moment.


    Robin didn’t spare Yvonne even a nce. With cool detachment, he shrugged off his jacket and handed it to a nearby waiter. “Throw it in the trash,” hemanded, his brow knitting into a sharp frown. He didn’t want anything touched by someone else.


    The words sliced through the room, turning the envious nces aimed at Yvonne into scornful mockery. That jacket—merely touched by Yvonne—was now discarded by Robin. His contempt was unmistakable.


    Lorraine exhaled quietly, relief hidden beneath her calm exterior. She had feared Yvonne might be a rival in love, but with Robin’s dismissive gesture, the threat was erased before it even took root.


    Yvonne’s lip trembled as tears welled in her eyes, humiliation burning deep inside. She clenched her fists tight, tasting defeat bitterly. She had thought pressing close to…


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    Robin might have ignited a spark, a chance for Christina to weave herself into his world. Instead, she had been exposed and shamed, her hopes dashed in the re of the crowd.


    Though whispers floated around Yvonne like venomous bees—soft yet stinging—she caught every cruel word. She wished the floor would swallow her whole.


    “How absurd! Did she really think that would seduce Mr. Miller? She should know better than to y such foolish games.”


    “Look at Mr. Miller and that stunning woman—such a perfect pair. Yvonne’s got no chance. But wait… Who’s the man holding that stunning woman? He’s even more handsome than Mr. Miller!”


    “Wait, are you kidding? You seriously don’t know who he is? That’s Dn from the Scott family in Lorbridge. His family is one of the most powerful families in the region!”


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