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    Then at Robin. “Or maybe you?”


    With a derisiveugh, he spread his arms wide and turned slowly, letting his gaze sweep over the restless crowd. He shrugged, grinning with insolent confidence. “Or perhaps… one of these useless cowards?”


    The contempt in his voice was unmistakable. To him, they were nothing—none of them worth even a moment of his respect.


    He droppedzily into his chair, lighting a cigarette with slow precision.


    Leaning back, he exhaled a trail of smoke, his eyes glinting with mockery as he surveyed the crowd.


    The thought resounded through his mind with icy certainty—every single one of them was a coward, spineless and afraid to face him.


    Then, just as tension began to boil over, a shout erupted from the entrance. “He’s here! He’s arrived!”


    Outside the casino, a sleek ck supercar slid to a stop, its glossy finish reflecting the neon lights like liquid night.


    When the door lifted open, it wasn’t just an entrance—it was a statement. The movement was sharp, powerful, like a raptor spreading its wings or a jet ready for takeoff.


    A long leg stepped out first—ck tailored trousers, polished red-soled leather shoes. The sound of her heel touching the pavement turned heads before her face even appeared.


    Then Christina stepped out. She wore a fitted ck suit, the white shirt beneath slightly open at the cor, just enough to add an edge of allure without losing authority. Her dark sunsses hid her eyes, but even without them, her presence was enough to make the air feel charged.


    Gasps rippled through the crowd.


    “Oh my God, she’s stunning! Forget the car—she’s the real showstopper!”


    “She makes that luxury car look like her essory! Look at her—like she owns the world.”


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    “I’ve never seen a woman pull off a suit like that. She looks so sharp it hurts—but that shirt… just the right amount of tease. It’s bold, but ssy. You wouldn’t dare cross a line with her.”


    “Wait, isn’t that Christina? What’s she doing at a casino? Don’t tell me she’s the gambling expert Robin called in? My gosh! She has another hidden talent?”


    “Come on, don’t be ridiculous! Robin said his expert friend was a guy. Stop fangirling!”


    Christina ignored the chatterpletely. One hand slipped into her pocket as she strode toward the casino entrance.


    The noise around her faded. Every step she took carried weight, quiet confidence radiating from her like invisible fire.


    Reporters who had been snapping pictures froze mid-action.


    The shes slowed, then stopped altogether.


    For a few seconds, nobody moved.


    Even the security guards at the entrance—trained to stop everyone—just stood there, watching her pass by as if hypnotized.


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