Chapter 414
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Moss thought the same. It stung to offer so much, but it would be worth it if it meant keeping their family line growing.
But the bodyguards didn’t flinch.
“Are you seriously turning down a million each?” Moss snapped. “We’re not offering more. That’s plenty.” He was willing to spend, but not to be shaken down—especially not by a bunch of stone-faced men acting like they held all the cards.
Alexa was also reluctant, but thinking of their son’s future, she tugged at Moss’s arm. “Fine, we’ll add another million each. That’s our final offer. Please, try to understand how desperate we are.”
Still, the bodyguards didn’t budge. Their silence was louder than words. Moss’s patience snapped. “You’ll regret this! Do you have any idea who you’re messing with? Our family isn’t—”
He stopped mid-sentence, the color draining from his face. His whole body went stiff, hands instinctively raised in surrender. One of the bodyguards had drawn a gun without a sound and was now pressing it to his forehead.
Alexa froze, terrified, lifting her hands too. She didn’t dare move. Who was in that room? Why did they need this level of security?
“L-let’s not do anything drastic!” Moss stammered, drenched in sweat. “We’ll leave. Right now. No trouble.”
The moment Moss sensed the bodyguard wasn’t going to pull the trigger, he turned on his heel and bolted.
“Wait—wait for me!” Alexa called after him, legs wobbling as she struggled to keep up.
Christina watched the entire scene unfold from the end of the hall, a quiet smile touching her lips. They actually had the nerve to come begging her to save their son—without realizing she was the one who had brought this to Balfour. There wasn’t a chance in hell she’d lift a finger to treat Balfour.
After the Glyn couple fled in a panic, Christina returned to Dylan’s hospital room with a bag of breakfast in hand.
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“You were outside just now?” Dylan asked as she walked in, his brows drawing slightly together.
“Yeah,” Christina said with a grin, unpacking the breakfast while casually recounting how the Glyn couple had been scared off by the bodyguards.
Dylan, ever perceptive, caught on immediately. “The guy you roughed up last night… He’s their son, isn’t he?” If his memory served him right, back at the barn Christina had seriously injured Jacob’s private parts.
“That’s right,” Christina confirmed, sipping her coffee while watching him closely. “Do you think I went overboard?”
Dylan’s face gave nothing away. His voice remained even. “No. Not at all.”
Christina laughed. “Most men say I’m vicious. You’re the only one who doesn’t.”
“They started it. They got what was coming to them,” Dylan said coldly.
“Exactly,” Christina said, nodding in agreement.
Then, Dylan added, almost offhandedly, “If you ever end up outmatched, don’t face it alone. Bring backup.”
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