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    “Take him away,” Dn ordered coldly.


    “Yes!” the security guards answered respectfully.


    Damien finally snapped out of it, shooting Dn and Robin a venomous re. “Let go of me! What right do you have to treat me like this? I was just telling the truth! What’s so wrong with that? Let me go! Do you hear me? I swear—you’ll all pay for this!”


    His voice echoed sharply through the air, making everyone tense as he was dragged off. A cold chill swept over the crowd.


    Dn’s icy stare swept across the crowd, and no one dared linger. They scattered in a sh.


    “That’s more like it,” Robin remarked, ncing at Dn’s ck suit with a smirk. It seemed that only he and Christina wore purple tonight, making them almost like a couple in matching attire. The thought alone put him in a great mood.


    Without another word, Robin turned and headed for the hall, his long legs eating up the distance with ease.


    Lorraine, still in a daze, snapped out of it and quickly lifted her gown. “Robin! Wait up!”


    But keeping pace with him was impossible. In the blink of an eye, he was out of sight.


    “Robin, are you hurt?” Christina’s voice had a rare edge of worry. She’d been about to look for him when she spotted him approaching.


    Chloe had messaged Christina, saying Robin had gotten into a fight. Seeing him now, looking fine, Christina quietly let out a breath of relief.


    Robin’s heart melted. The warmth of her concern hit him hard, and he couldn’t stop the grin tugging at his lips. He hadn’t expected her to care at all. It felt so damn good that he nearly bounced with joy.


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    “Not a big deal—just scraped my hand a bit.” Trying to y it cool, Robin lifted his hand, showing off the reddened knuckles.<fn430a> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n find?novel</fn430a>


    “Why’d you get into a fight?” Christina frowned, her gaze fixed on his hand. “Did someone insult you?” She knew Robin wasn’t the type to start anything, so someone must’ve provoked him first.


    “Yeah.” Robin nodded. He didn’t want her to know that the young man had badmouthed her. No point in making her upset over idiots like that.


    “Good for you. If someone’s running their mouth, punch ’em. As long as you win, nothing else matters.” Christina gave him a light shove from behind. “Come on, let me put some ointment on your hand.”


    Robin, grinning like a fool, was caught off guard and nearly stumbled. “Ah! You brute! Why are you pushing me? Couldn’t you just hold my hand?”


    “Shut it. I’m taking you to treat your hand.”


    “Even if you are, why push me? Can’t you be a little gentler?” he muttered dramatically. “Heartless woman… If I help you again, I’ll be a damn fool.” Theyughed and bickered as they walked off. To anyone watching, they looked like squabbling siblings who’d grown up together.


    Once inside a room, Christina asked Chloe to bring some medicinal balm. She gently rubbed it on Robin’s knuckles, massaging with care. “Tell me if it hurts,” she said, ncing up at him.


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