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    Robin, meanwhile, furrowed his brow, staring at Christina in utter bewilderment. He couldn’t quite crack her code. She knew who they were, yet she’d chosen this in, eighteen-hundred-dor trinket. The ornament seemed ordinary, with nothing special about it. Why wasn’t she like the others, bending over backward to impress Kurt, angling for a foothold in the Miller family’s legacy, dreaming of bing its next leadingdy?


    Under the curious gazes of the guests, Christina remainedposed. “Yes,” she said, “this birthday ornament cost me eighteen hundred dors.”


    A ripple of surprise swept through the room. The guests hadn’t expected such honesty. But her next words made jaws drop. “Honestly, for something like this, eighteen hundred is already overpriced. It only looks like gold—it’s just painted, not real.”


    Gasps followed. Eyes widened. Murmurs broke out. Did she really just say that? Not only had she admitted the price, but she also bluntly called out the ornament’s fake golden sheen. Was she trying to make her downfall even more dramatic?


    Lorraine’s heart leapt with excitement, though she dared not let it show, eagerly awaiting Christina’s inevitable downfall.


    The guests whispered feverishly, some already writing Christina off as doomed. “She must be out of her mind. Does she not realize she’s insulting the Miller family?”


    “She’s either bold or foolish—challenging the Millers this way. What is she thinking?”


    “Honestly, she brought the inevitable downfall on herself. Just a little more effort, a more expensive gift, and she could’ve avoided this embarrassment.”


    Just when everyone was waiting for Kurt to snap at Christina, the sound of his loud, heartyughter echoed through the hall.


    People exchanged confused nces. Was heughing out of anger? But no… His expression didn’t show even a hint of rage.


    “This is perfect,” Kurt said to Christina with a cheerful smile. “It’s exactly what I like.” He waved at the server holding the ornament. “Bring it here—I want a closer look.”


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    The server hurried over and carefully handed it to him.


    Kurt held the ornament in his hands, turning it over with interest. The more he looked at it, the more pleased he seemed.


    The room fell into stunned silence. Guests stared in disbelief, eyes wide and mouths slightly open. Seriously? Kurt liked the ornament? That simple, inexpensive thing had won his approval? It didn’t make sense—especially when they remembered how he’d barely nced at the extravagant gifts others had brought, casually waving them aside like clutter.


    Lorraine stood frozen, unable to hide her confusion. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Kurt should’ve been furious with Christina, and the Miller family should’ve turned their backs on her by now. But instead, Christina had won Kurt’s favor with that. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.


    “I’ve grown tired of shy, over-the-top gifts,” Kurt said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “This little ornament? It’s just what I wanted. I’m cing it where everyone can see it.”


    He held the ornament up, admiring it with genuine warmth before turning to Robin. “Find a proper spot for it—somewhere everyone can see. And be careful—it’s one of a kind. Don’t you dare break it. This gift is priceless.”


    “Yes, Grandpa,” Robin replied as he stepped forward to take the ornament. Unlike the others, he didn’t seem shocked by his grandfather’s reaction. He understood exactly what was going on. His grandfather was determined to match him with Christina. Even if she had gifted Kurt a rock, Kurt would’ve praised it like a treasure.


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