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    They quietly went through the motions of the remembrance, then sat for a meal, but the atmosphere was tense and joyless.


    The gathering was aplete failure—everyone left in bitterness.


    Bethel had clung to onest hope—that on the anniversary of her husband’s death, they might set aside their grudges for a single day and share a peaceful meal as a family. But that hope, like everything else, had been crushed.


    Bethel sighed deeply, her frail hands cradling herte husband’s photo as she wiped away the dust. “Karl, you see what this family has be,” she whispered. “I’m too old to hold it together. I just can’t do it alone anymore.”


    She paused, her voice dropping even lower. “When my timees, I’ll join you. After that, they’ll have to fend for themselves.”


    Robin had barely stepped into Dorfield when he found himself striding straight into the imposing Scott Group building.


    “Is Dn Scott in?” Robin asked, his voice calm but edged.


    The receptionist had beenposed, her smile perfectly professional, but the moment sheid eyes on Robin, she faltered slightly. He was unexpectedly striking—handsome enough to make her heart skip a beat.


    He didn’t carry the samemanding presence as Dn Scott, but he was undeniably attractive in a way that drew attention.


    “Hello, sir. Do you have an appointment?” she asked, her voice polite though she struggled to keep her hands steady. Part of her wanted to let him through immediately, but rules were rules, and her job depended on following them.


    Offending Dn wasn’t just a career risk—it could end her professional life entirely. One misstep, one careless word, and she could be cklisted overnight.


    Dn’s reputation for being cold and ruthless was well-known. Everyone whispered about Christina, who had supposedly done the Scott family a great favor, only to find herself shut out of every majorpany in the city without warning.


    If Dn had destroyed Christina without hesitation, the receptionist knew that even a slight offense could obliterate her in seconds.


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    She forced herself to take a deep breath and regain control. Handsome or not, she refused to let Robin’s appearancepromise her judgment.


    “I don’t have an appointment,” Robin said, frowning as his patience began to wear thin.


    “I’m sorry, sir,” she said, her smile polite but firm. “You’ll need an appointment to see Mr. Scott.”


    “Why should I make an appointment? Just call him. Tell him Robin Miller is here. If he has any guts, he’lle down himself,” Robin said, his anger barely restrained.


    At that moment, the receptionist’s willingness to bend the rules evaporatedpletely.


    With a temper like his, who knew what he might do if provoked further?


    “I’m really sorry,” she said, her smile unwavering, though her knuckles clenched under the desk. “But I don’t have the authority to do that.”


    He was handsome, yes—but his anger was palpable. One wrong move, and he could snap.


    She knew violence wasn’t out of the question. Quietly, she reminded herself that if things escted, security—and even the police—were her safety.


    And yet… the name Robin Miller rang a faint bell. She felt like she’d heard it somewhere before.


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