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    In Kitaso, even a whisper of Kurt’s name could stir a storm.


    Kurt and the butler stood around for quite a while before the butler finally caught sight of a familiar figure emerging first.


    “Mr. Miller, I saw your grandson!” the butler blurted out, his voice bubbling with excitement.


    “Oh! Christina!” Kurt beamed, his grin stretching from ear to ear as he waved in greeting.


    His gaze wasn’t on his grandson—it was fixed squarely on Christina, who was beside him. Amid the bustling crowd, Christina’s poise and elegance stood out like a neon sign, impossible to miss.<fncb0f> This text is hosted at F?nd-Novel</fncb0f>


    The butler followed Kurt’s line of sight, squinting slightly. He couldn’t quite figure out which one was Christina. The two young women nking Robin were both beautiful and seemed to carry themselves with refinement.


    The butler was well aware that Kurt had ns of making Christina his granddaughter-inw, but truth be told, he’d never seen her before. During herst visit to the Miller family estate, he’d been out of the country. He’d only juste back recently.


    “Mr. Miller, why are you here to pick us up?” Christina asked, her tone light but curious.


    “I was in the area and thought I’d swing by while I was at it,” Kurt replied smoothly, spinning a lie without batting an eye.


    The butler’s lips twitched as he held back a chuckle. Kurt hadn’t just happened to be nearby—he’de solely for this, arriving a whole hour early.


    Now, the butler was absolutely sure the young woman speaking was Christina. The more he studied her, the more he admired her. Even at such a young age, she showed no hint of being daunted by Kurt. She stood tall,posed, and carried herself with quiet authority.


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    As the Miller family’s longtime butler—no stranger to grandeur and spectacle—he still felt the subtle weight of her presence. A future mistress of the Miller family ought to have thatmanding aura, that innate dignity. He had to hand it to Kurt—his judgment was sharp. But the only thing left to see was whether Robin had what it took to win over a woman like her.


    “Grandpa, did you get the tickets for the auction?” Robin asked, diving right to the point.


    Kurt wouldn’t have bothered with any of this if Christina hadn’t taken an interest in the auction. “I’ve got everything sorted. Don’t worry,” he said with an easy smile, his eyes still on Christina. “You must be tired from the trip. Let’s head back for a rest, and I’ll host a dinner to wee youter.”


    Christina offered a polite smile. “There’s no need to go to such trouble.”


    “It’s no trouble at all. Let’s hop in the car and head back,” Kurt insisted, brushing it off.


    Robin chimed in, “Come on. Let’s go.”


    Both Robin and Kurt were worried that even the slightest dy might cause Christina to ditch the Miller mansion altogether and check into a hotel instead. The butler stepped forward to help with Christina’s and herpanion’s luggage, but they politely turned him down. He quietly returned to Kurt’s side.


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