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    Lorraine stood there, paralyzed with shock, watching Robinsh out like a storm unleashed. Since the day she met him, she had never seen him act out like this—striking without warning, pure fury in his every move.


    As the man was beaten to a pulp, the security staff hurried to intervene. They were just about to pull Robin away when he lifted his head, eyes gleaming with a dangerous warning that froze them in ce. “Anyone who steps in will get the same treatment!”


    The security guards hesitated, clearly unnerved. They were well aware of the Miller family’s connections to the powerful Scott family, and none of them wanted to take that risk.


    As they paused, silently debating whether to contact the Scotts for direction, Robin suddenly broke the silence.


    “You—go get Dn,” Robin ordered sharply, his tone ice-cold as his eyes locked onto the security team leader.


    Robin knew he was merely a guest at the Scott family’s banquet—he couldn’t take further action against this rude man himself. He needed Dn, the host, to step in and make an example of the man, a warning shot for anyone else who thought they could step out of line.


    This man had the nerve to call Christina “used goods”—how dare he! That was something Robin simply couldn’t let slide.


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    The security team leader hesitated for a split second and then nodded stiffly, leaving a few men behind to maintain order while he dashed off to report the matter.


    Inside the Scott family’s study, Dn was still buried in work.


    “Drink this tonic,” Margot said warmly, her voice tender as she looked at her grandson with soft affection.


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    “Thank you, Grandma,” Dn said politely, lifting the bowl to his lips and taking a sip.


    “I heard from your sister that you brought a femalepanion. Is that true?” Margot’s gaze settled on him, sharp and searching.


    Dn finished the tonic in silence and then gently ced the empty bowl aside. “Yes,” he said with calm certainty.


    Dn’s steady reply confirmed that Chloe hadn’t been lying, and Margot’s eyes widened ever so slightly with surprise.


    Dn had always kept women at arm’s length. For him to finally bring one over—it meant something. Margot was overjoyed. She’d been longing for a great-grandchild for years. But…


    Margot exhaled quietly, a sigh of conflicted emotion escaping her lips as her brow creased. “Dn, do you have feelings for Miss Jones?”


    Dn didn’t respond to this question right away. He pressed his lips together and looked straight at her. “Grandma, what is it you want to say?” He already had a good idea where this conversation was headed.


    “Vickie Cullen ising back soon. Your grandfather’s final wish was for you to marry her—and take care of her,” Margot said gently, watching him carefully.


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