Chapter 378
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“The Scott family? Which Scott family?” Christina asked, feigning ignorance, her voice laced with mock confusion.
“The one from Lorbridge. You’ve heard of them, right?”
She responded quickly, “Oh, of course! Who hasn’t heard of the Scott family from Lorbridge?”
She knew that denying knowledge of the Scotts would have raised too many questions.
“Dylan’s here,” Robin said, dropping the information deliberately. “He’s got some important business dealings to discuss with my family.”
He said it on purpose—to see his friend’s reaction. Dylan had survived one assassination attempt already, saved only by the mysterious King. But the assassin organization wouldn’t give up so easily.
Now that Robin had calmed down, doubt crept in. Was this newly-made friend part of the assassin organization that came for Dylan once before? Was he here to finish the job?
“Oh,” Christina murmured, keeping her tone clipped and neutral. She said nothing more about this topic, as if she were entirely uninterested in Dylan’s presence here in the casino. Her whole charade, coupled with the voice changer, aligned with her thorough disguise as a young man.
Despite the seemingly indifferent demeanor of his newly-made friend, Robin’s suspicion remained. His eyes kept drifting toward Christina, hoping to decipher subtle cues in her posture and expression.
“Do you want to meet Dylan? I could take you,” Robin offered, carefully watching her, his voice lined with a hint of persuasion.
Christina’s lips twitched into a faint, almost imperceptible grin, veiled by the polished mask she wore. Robin was testing her. Though he often played the honest fool, there were sharper edges about him.
“Why would I bother meeting a man with whom I have no business dealings to discuss? What’s the purpose? For all I know, he and I might never cross paths, and there’s no need to force a connection,” Christina answered flatly.
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“Getting to know him might come in handy someday,” Robin suggested.
Christina let out a low laugh, laced with a trace of mockery. “You’re probably more aware of how this game works than I am. Most people only extend a hand when there’s something to gain. If I’m of no benefit to him, why would he ever lend me a hand?”
Robin faltered, caught off guard by his friend’s brutal clarity. Christina truly seemed indifferent to Dylan’s presence. Maybe she wasn’t here to assassinate Dylan.
“This lounge of yours is quite the cozy setup.” Christina shifted the topic casually, surveying the room with a pleasant smile. “I think I’ve seen enough. Shall we head out?”
Just then, she caught the faint shuffle of footsteps beyond the door—her instincts told her Dylan and his company had left. She had to follow them, no matter what.
“Alright.” Robin didn’t say much more and left the lounge with her.
The hallway greeted them with the sight of Dylan and his entourage entering an elevator.
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