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    Robin shot to his feet, fury etched all over his face. “That damned bastard! How dare he show his face here? I’ll give him a piece of my mind!”


    With that, he turned on his heel and stormed toward the exit of the dining room.


    Christina frowned and called after him, “Robin, get back here.”


    Robin stopped and looked over his shoulder. “I’m just trying to defend you.”


    “There’s no need,” Christina said coolly, her tone devoid of emotion. “It’s none of your concern. I can take care of it.”


    “Hmph! You’re always so damn stubborn! Don’t expect me to stand up for you next time,” Robin huffed, stomping back to his seat with a scowl.


    Dn, who had been holding his tongue until now, took the opening to offer, “How about I go see what Brendon wants?”


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    “No need,” Christina replied shortly, rising from her seat. “I’ll see him myself.”


    Robin could barely contain his amusement watching Dn get shot down. The moment Christina walked out of the dining room, he burst intoughter.


    “Ha! You think you have a ce in her heart? Wake up, man!” Robin howled withughter, his eyes squinting as he doubled over, clearly entertained.


    Apparently, his standing with Dn wasn’t all that different, which made Robin feel a whole lot better.


    “Take it easy, kiddo,” Dn said suddenly, cool as ever.


    It took Robin a second to realize he was being mocked. “I am not ‘kiddo’! And don’t think you can buy me over with a fancy breakfast. If you cross me, I’ll fight you to the end!”


    Robin’s good mood vanished instantly. He hated being called “kiddo.” Dn’s lips curved ever so slightly as he calmly adjusted the sapphire cufflinks on his sleeves and resumed eating. His movements were refined and rxed, exuding quiet confidence.


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    Robin grumbled under his breath and went back to his meal, sulking.


    Out in the living room, Christina sat tall andposed on the sofa, her eyes sharp and unreadable as they locked onto Brendon. He hadn’te alone—he’d brought awyer in tow.


    “Well, aren’t you efficient?” she said, her smileced with mockery. “Showing up at my ce first thing in the morning. I assume you’ve brought the contract?”


    Brendon reached out, took the share transfer document from thewyer, and flung it onto the table in front of her. “It’s just five percent of Dawson Group’s shares. I can afford the loss. Go ahead and sign it.”


    Christina picked up the contract, her expression calm and unflinching. After confirming everything was in order, she epted the pen from thewyer and signed her name with an elegant flourish. “Thanks for the parting gift,” she said, her voice light and edged with sarcasm.


    Brendon’s jaw clenched at her jab, his temper ring. “This is just five percent. I couldn’t care less about it. I gave Ynda the same amount without blinking, and she’ll be getting even more soon. After all, she’s going to be my wife.”


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