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    For a moment, Brendon had nothing—noeback, no excuse. Just silence.


    Then he shook himself, refusing to ept even a hint of me. Was he seriously losing it? Agreeing with his grandmother’s reasoning like that?


    He reminded himself Christina had chosen to do everything she did for the Dawson family. No one had forced her.


    “Christina, I’m giving you one more chance,” he said, face darkening. “Apologize now, and I’ll still protect you.”


    “No need.” Robin stepped in front of her, blocking Brendon’s view entirely. Every bit of his usual yful attitude vanished, reced by a presence that hit the room like a storm.


    Robin’s aura engulfed Brendon’s effortlessly, almost casually.


    “I’ll protect her,” Robin said, voice steady and absolute. “As long as the Miller family stands, no one touches her. Not a single person.”


    And even if the Miller family fell one day, he’d already be nning an escape for her.


    Robin stepped closer, and the sheer weight of his presence forced Brendon backward—step after step—until his back hit the wall.


    Since when did this spoiled yboy carry himself like he owned the room?


    “Anyone who wants toy a finger on her will have to do it over my dead body,” Robin said, his voice sharp and deadly serious.


    Even with Dn standing right there, Robin didn’t flinch. He stood his ground like he meant every word. He had never backed down before, and he wasn’t about to start now.


    Bethel felt a small wave of relief and allowed herself a faint smile when she heard Robin speak up like that. Just knowing the Miller family stood behind Christina made her feel a little safer.


    Still, something about Christina and Dn didn’t feel simple to her. Dn didn’t strike her as the type who would betray someone who had genuinely helped him.


    She could only hope whatever stood between them hadn’t gone too far, because if it had… Christina’s troubles would only multiply.


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    Bethel had already stopped expecting Brendon to protect Christina. He was simply useless. Even though he was her own grandson, she had no choice but to admit it.


    If Brendon had even half of Dn’s business acumen, the Dawson family would have been thriving. They wouldn’t have fallen so far.


    If he hadn’t been so blind—so foolish—and had treated Christina properly, Dawson Group could have achieved real sess with her talent.


    But life didn’t care about “ifs.” None of those imagined regrets meant anything now.


    Bethel let out a quiet sigh and said, “Brendon, why don’t you head home now? Do it for me, alright?”


    It was her way of giving him an escape without further embarrassment.


    Brendon understood immediately and let out a cold, annoyed snort toward Robin.


    “Tch! If it weren’t for my grandmother, you’d already be in serious trouble,” he snapped.


    After throwing out that empty threat, he turned and walked past Robin with forced confidence. But when he reached Christina, he suddenly stopped.


    “My offer still stands,” he said quietly. “If you’re willing to be Dawson Group’s head designer, I can help you. Just… think about it.”


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