Chapter 354
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“You!” the lean man tried to protest, but the moment her foot dug deeper into his chest and his ribs groaned under the pressure, he caved.
“Alright, alright! I’ll transfer the money! Just get off me!”
“Make one wrong move, and you’ll walk out of here short more than just cash.”
Without hesitation, she held up her phone again.
Shaking, the lean man tapped out the rest of the transfer. It took everything in him not to cry. Each digit he entered felt like a piece of his soul was being carved away. Years of savings, gone in an instant—all because he had picked the wrong woman to mess with.
Bitter regret chewed at him. If only he had never sat down at her table.
The onlookers took one look at the lean man slumped on the ground and winced, pitying the poor guy. Lucky break for them—they hadn’t challenged that woman. If they had, they’d be walking out penniless and humiliated.
“Good,” Christina said, glancing at the transfer notification on her screen. Her lips curled into a crooked grin as she finally lifted her foot from the lean man’s chest.
The lean man watched her walk away, his eyes burning with disgrace and bitter defeat. What options did he have? She had crushed him completely. All he could do was let a few angry, humiliated tears slip down his cheeks. Damn. That was brutal.
The elderly man rushed forward, his creased face lighting up in a delighted smile as he hurried toward Christina.
“Young lady, I truly appreciate your help winning my money back earlier. Let me treat you to a meal—it’s the least I can do.”
Of course, he was actually hoping to pair her up with his rowdy grandson over dinner.
“That won’t be necessary,” Christina replied coolly. “Just stay away from card tables. If I catch you at it again, you’ll have me to answer to.”
Her gaze sharpened like a blade.
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The elderly man blinked, then gave a sheepish grin.
“No more gambling, I swear! You’ve got my word. Actually, the Miller—”
He caught himself mid-sentence and quickly changed course.
“Say… are you seeing anyone?” he asked, his tone suddenly curious.
Christina’s expression tightened.
“Why do you want to know?”
“I’d like to introduce you to someone! Great background, easy on the eyes—”
She cut him off before he could finish.
“I’ll pass.”
As the words left her lips, Dylan’s face flickered through her thoughts. As if anyone in this world could compare to him.
“I haven’t lied!” the elderly man said quickly.
“But he’s… well, he’s—”
“He’s what?” she asked, one brow lifting.
“Kind of a handful,” he admitted, scratching his head.
“But you seem like the type who could whip him into shape!”
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