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    Throughout the evening, Dn, Robin, and Elliott kept their eyes fixed on Christina. Now and then, their gazes intersected, simmering with unveiled challenge. Each time their eyes locked, tension surged, and sparks ignited.


    Following the gathering, everyone was quite tipsy. Thankfully, personal drivers handled the vehicles.


    After departing Morfort Restaurant, the three men perked up, eager to see which vehicle Christina would approach.


    Once they spotted her walking toward the ck SUV, their steps quickened to reach the door first.<fn578b> Discover more novels at </fn578b>


    However, Dn and Elliott were a step toote. Robin, unconcerned with appearances, sprinted ahead and swiftly swung open the SUV door.


    “Move it, Christina!” he called out, a proud smile lingering on his face.


    Dn’s and Elliott’s expressions darkened. Their graceful restraint had cost them. Even while hurrying, they maintained their elegance.


    “Appreciate it, kiddo,” Christina giggled as she entered the SUV.


    Robin pouted. Even after acting the gentleman, she still addressed him as “kiddo.”


    “Don’t call me kiddo!” he yelled, bending low to follow her in.


    Without warning, a firm palmnded on his shoulder and yanked him away.


    Before he could react, someone else had slipped inside the vehicle. “What the heck!” Robin stared in utter shock.


    The person who had taken Robin’s ce was Dn. Robin spat angrily, “Dn! You sneaky bastard! Get out of the car right now!”


    Dn remained unmoved, his expression cold and indifferent.


    “If you’re staying put, at least let me squeeze in,” Robin grumbled, annoyed. Though he’d won the race to the door, Dn had imed the seat beside Christina.


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    The longer Robin dwelled on it, the more furious he became. He nearly threw fists.


    “It’s tight—no space left,” Dn replied tly.


    “Tight? It clearly isn’t. You’re doing this on purpose,” Robin snapped. Though itching for a fight, he clenched his fists and held back.


    Robin inhaled deeply several times, regaining control before saying, “If that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll sit in the passenger seat. You’re really underhanded!”


    Dn locked eyes with Robin, his tone icy. “It’s not safe to ride in the passenger seat. The other two cars have empty spots.”


    His face nk, Dn turned toward the driver and coolly instructed, “Let’s go.”


    “Yes!” the driver responded without hesitation, immediately starting the engine.


    Robin stood there for a moment, frozen, caught off guard. As the car began to pull away, Dn tilted his head ever so slightly and nced back at him. His expression remained cold and indifferent as always, but his eyes carried an unmistakable challenge.


    Robin was on the verge of losing it. “Dn Scott!” he shouted furiously at the departing car, each word spat out with seething rage. He was so furious that he could barely contain himself. The urge to storm after Dn and give him a piece of his mind burned through him.


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