Chapter 469
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Robin hadn’t even considered the possibility that Dylan’s mood was tied to anything romantic. He was simply intrigued by what could possibly throw someone like Dylan off balance.
Just as Kurt was stewing in his regret, Christina began to speak.
“You’re still hung up on the assassination attempt, aren’t you?” Christina faced Dylan and said with conviction. It seemed the only thing troubling Dylan was the invisible hand orchestrating it all. After all, the incident had left him severely wounded, and the perpetrator remained unidentified. It lingered like a falling axe suspended in midair, ready to strike at any moment.
Neither Dylan nor Kurt said a word. Only Robin, who was just as unaware as Christina, suddenly lit up as if he had cracked a puzzle.
“Why panic? Dylan’s got this. He’s a pro,” Robin said with a casual shrug. Encounters with danger weren’t new territory for Dylan. His expertise kept him a step ahead. To men like him and Dylan, raised in cutthroat circles, ambushes and abductions were occupational hazards. Their upbringing had forged them into survivors, prepared for mayhem.
Kurt chuckled. “Don’t sweat it. We’ll deal with it when the time comes.”
“Exactly! We face problems head-on—with smarts and grit,” Robin nodded.
Dylan gave no reply; his features remained unreadable.
“They’re right. Don’t let it eat at you—but stay alert,” Christina added, hoping to comfort Dylan.
Before Dylan could speak, Kurt leaned in enthusiastically. “Christina, sorry for the chaos today. Let me make it up to you with a gift. What do you have in mind? Say the word—anything at all.”
Christina’s grin was mischievous. “Anything at all?”
“Absolutely,” Kurt assured her.
“Alright then. I want ten percent of Miller’s Casino shares,” she replied, deliberately throwing out a bold request.
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Robin practically choked. “Are you trying to loot us? You’re like a bandit, and the most shameless one at that.” Even the criminals who once held him hostage hadn’t asked for that much. Christina was treating equity in the casino like spare change.
“You said I could name anything. What’s the matter—feeling stingy?” she taunted, provoking him.
“This isn’t about money. You’re just ridiculously daring!” Robin shot back.
Kurt laughed heartily. “If that’s your pick, I’ll tack on another five percent.” He had his own reasons for this decision. He knew Christina wasn’t the type to accept handouts without giving something back.
“Grandpa! Have you gone off the rails? You’re handing out fifteen percent just like that? I don’t even own that much!” Robin exclaimed, his brow furrowed. He couldn’t fathom Kurt’s level of generosity. He suspected Kurt was still playing cupid, throwing in a hefty gift for what he hoped would be his future granddaughter-in-law. Kurt clearly wanted him to settle down soon.
“I feel like giving her those shares. Your opinion is irrelevant,” Kurt snapped, shooting Robin an annoyed glance. Just earlier, he had assumed Robin had finally come around and started to pursue Christina, but clearly, Robin hadn’t. Robin remained oblivious in matters of the heart. Alas! It seemed unlikely Robin could win Christina’s affection.
Robin frowned, frustrated by his grandfather’s reaction. It felt like Christina had stolen the “favorite” title right from under him.
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