Chapter 364
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Love, to him, was pointless. Romance and even marriage felt like unnecessary detours. No thrill could match the rush of chasing that legendary title. His self-assurance ran deep. Nothing could shake his belief that greatness was his for the taking. He imagined the day when his name would be spoken alongside the masters of the game.
“Step aside. I want to eat, and you’re blocking the way,” Christina said sharply.
“Perfect timing! I’ve been meaning to treat you to a meal. Will you do me the honor?” Kurt beamed, completely unfazed by the tension just moments before. In his mind, if this woman could keep his hard-headed grandson in check—even if it meant knocking some sense into him—then he was all for it.
“No thanks,” Christina responded coolly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Sure, she admitted to herself that the young man standing before her was striking. He had the height, the build, and the face to turn heads. But even with all that, he didn’t hold a candle to Dylan. What truly mattered was the person behind the looks. And anyone could tell this one wasn’t the type to follow anyone’s lead without a fight. Unless someone managed to impress him, he would never fall in line.
Wasting her time on someone like that? Absolutely not…
Wasting her time on handling a spoiled brat was the last thing Christina wanted. No amount of rewards that came with disciplining someone else’s overgrown child could tempt her.
Robin bristled with irritation.
“Are you even aware of who I am?” he asked sharply. “How dare you speak to my grandfather like that?”
He reasoned she might just be putting on an act, trying to set herself apart from the other privileged girls who had desperately tried to catch his attention.
“I couldn’t care less about your name or your family. If you don’t get out of my way, don’t blame me for what happens next,” Christina shot back, leveling him with an icy stare.
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Despite having met countless people throughout his life, Robin had to admit her gaze shook him. Nothing had ever gotten to him quite like the chill in her eyes. For a brief moment, her glare reminded him of Dylan—uncompromising, cold, and impossible to ignore.
Dylan had always been the only one capable of intimidating Robin, but surrender had never been in Robin’s nature. Only Ace had ever truly earned his respect.
Planting his feet more firmly, Robin stood his ground.
“Move me if you can. Let’s see what you’ve got,” he taunted, daring her to make the next move.
“You little br—”
Kurt never got the chance to finish reprimanding his grandson. His words caught in his throat as he stared in disbelief—Christina had smoothly thrown Robin over her shoulder, slamming him to the ground without breaking a sweat.
Kurt blinked, stunned by the scene before him. A second later, his shock melted into delight. He burst into applause and called out,
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