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    “Grandpa…” Robin began, but Dn’s voice cut clean through.


    “Miller’s Casino doesn’tpare to the Scott Group,” Dn said, his tone frosty, eyes fixed on Christina. “If it’s stock you want, I’ll hand over thirty percent of the Scott Group’s.”


    Dn’s first impulse had been to dere that, should Christina express any interest, he’d hand over every single one of his shares without hesitation. Yet, not wanting toe across as too intense, he instead proposed a deal that offered her twice as much as what the Millers had offered.


    Robin blinked in shock, eyes glued to Dn as if witnessing madness unfold. What was Dn’s rtionship with Christina? Thirty percent of the Scott Group shares, tossed out like a party favor? If that much went to Christina, what was left for Dn himself? Did she pull Dn out of a burning building or something?


    The possibility of Dn harboring feelings toward Christina didn’t even cross Robin’s mind at that point. Giving everything in the name of affection? That sounded like the stuff of screenys, not real life. This was reality—logic, responsibility, and self-preservation came first.


    Even Kurt hadn’t seen iting. Dn’s casual, unflinching offer to give Christina nearly a third of the Scott Group shares left him visibly unsettled. His forehead creased slightly as concern crept in. It seemed his clueless grandson didn’t stand a chance against Dn in terms of winning Christina’s affection. At this point, they were ying inpletely different leagues. Robin was still gasping over his offer of fifteen percent of Miller’s Casino shares, while Dn had already thrown thirty percent of the Scott Group shares into the ring. To any onlooker, Dn’s gesture appeared far more earnest and bold. Robin could mock Dn all he wanted, but he was the onecking perspective.


    Christina’s gaze locked on Dn. She was stunned. He wasn’t grinning or being yful. He meant every word. But why did he offer to give her so many shares for no reason? She hadn’t considered the possibility that this was his way of pursuing her. To her, the whole situation just felt surreal.


    “Why are you suddenly handing mepany stock?” Christina asked, genuinely confused.


    “Didn’t you want shares?” Dn responded, voice calm.


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    “I was just messing with them! What would I even do with shares?” she replied, giggling uncontrobly.


    Still donning a serious face, Dn said, “If you want them, they’re yours.”


    That sentence caught herpletely off guard. Then, a beam spread across her face.


    … and with a chuckle, she said, “You’re kind of charming.” That offhandedplimentnded differently for Robin and Dn.


    Dn’s face remained still, but the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, and the heaviness in his chest evaporated like morning mist. Christina’s words lit something inside him.


    Robin, on the other hand, felt a jab in his chest. Watching her light up for someone else stung. “Charming? Are you serious right now? You need your vision checked,” he muttered under his breath, bitterness seeping through.


    Christina didn’t miss a beat. “As long as I think so, that’s what matters. But if you’re worried about your eyesight, I know a good specialist.”


    Robin scowled, feeling worse by the second. He grumbled, “I’m not wrong. No way others would agree that Dn is whatever you just called him.”


    To Robin, Dn was ice-cold and stone-faced, never smiling, always calcted.


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