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    Shortly after Brendon left, a teasing voice came from behind Christina. “Your ex-husband was quite something else. I’ve never witnessed someone so utterly shameless.”


    It was Robin. His words were delivered with augh, but there was something beneath it—something Christina couldn’t quite name.


    Robin’s heart held onto a bitter twinge, a tangled mess of jealousy and frustration. What was it about a scoundrel like Brendon that Christina couldn’t forget?


    Christina turned to face Robin, meeting a pair of bright, confused eyes. “Well, you’ve seen it for yourself today. And not that you are any less cheeky than him,” she shot back, sharp as ever.


    Robin’s cheeks flushed red as he grumbled, “Hey! How can youpare me to your shameless ex-husband? And don’t tell me you still love him.”


    Dn, who had just stepped outside, caught those words—and his expression darkened ever so slightly. Did Christina still have feelings for her ex-husband? Likely. Otherwise, why defend Brendon so fiercely, even after everything he’d done to her? But for someone like Brendon—was it really worth it?


    Dn’s chest tightened, and he exhaled quietly, frustration creeping in. He gazed at Christina, his emotions a mix of confusion and heartache. It was clear Brendon was nothing but a scoundrel, yet Christina clung to the remnants of their past, walking this lonely and exhausting road all by herself. She had to be drained. Isted. Hollowed out.


    Dn was willing to carve out a new path for Christina—one that didn’t involve more pain. He’d eliminate whatever might hurt her. But he couldn’t—he wouldn’t—let her get back together with Brendon. Brendon didn’t deserve her in the slightest. She deserved the best, not a jerk.


    Dn’s fists tightened at his sides. He would erase Brendon from her heartpletely.


    “Hey! Why aren’t you answering me? Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that scumbag?” Robin urged, clearly rattled now.<fn95b4> This text is hosted at ?ovelFind</fn95b4>


    “You’re insufferable,” Christina muttered, throwing him an unimpressed nce.


    “Quit dodging it. Just give me a straight answer,” Robin insisted, frustration rising.


    “My personal life has nothing to do with you,” Christina replied tly, her tone brooking no argument. She had said she no longer loved Brendon, but not a soul believed her. She’d just let time prove her case.


    “You must still be holding onto him,” Robin muttered, disappointment seeping through.


    Dn stepped forward, his brow furrowed. “Keep pestering her like that, and I’ll have you shipped back to Kitaso.”


    Robin flung his arms open with a defiant grin and dered, “Go on. Tie me up and forcefully ship me back to Kitaso! I dare you!”


    A few minutester, Robin was thoroughly bound, encircled by a group of tall, broad-shouldered bodyguards. But it wasn’t them who had brought him down—it was Dn who had done it single-handedly.


    Robin looked dejected. He couldn’t win against Christina in terms of fighting, and now he’d lost to Dn. He hissed, “Have you lost your mind, Dn? How could you seriously do this to me?”


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