Chapter 470
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“Grandpa…” Robin began, but Dylan’s voice cut clean through.
“Miller’s Casino doesn’t compare to the Scott Group,” Dylan said, his tone frosty, eyes fixed on Christina. “If it’s stock you want, I’ll hand over thirty percent of the Scott Group’s.”
Dylan’s first impulse had been to declare that, should Christina express any interest, he’d hand over every single one of his shares without hesitation. Yet, not wanting to come across as too intense, he instead proposed a deal that offered her twice as much as what the Millers had offered.
Robin blinked in shock, eyes glued to Dylan as if witnessing madness unfold. What was Dylan’s relationship with Christina? Thirty percent of the Scott Group shares, tossed out like a party favor? If that much went to Christina, what was left for Dylan himself? Did she pull Dylan out of a burning building or something?
The possibility of Dylan harboring feelings toward Christina didn’t even cross Robin’s mind at that point. Giving everything in the name of affection? That sounded like the stuff of screenplays, not real life. This was reality—logic, responsibility, and self-preservation came first.
Even Kurt hadn’t seen it coming. Dylan’s casual, unflinching offer to give Christina nearly a third of the Scott Group shares left him visibly unsettled. His forehead creased slightly as concern crept in. It seemed his clueless grandson didn’t stand a chance against Dylan in terms of winning Christina’s affection. At this point, they were playing in completely different leagues. Robin was still gasping over his offer of fifteen percent of Miller’s Casino shares, while Dylan had already thrown thirty percent of the Scott Group shares into the ring. To any onlooker, Dylan’s gesture appeared far more earnest and bold. Robin could mock Dylan all he wanted, but he was the one lacking perspective.
Christina’s gaze locked on Dylan. She was stunned. He wasn’t grinning or being playful. He meant every word. But why did he offer to give her so many shares for no reason? She hadn’t considered the possibility that this was his way of pursuing her. To her, the whole situation just felt surreal.
“Why are you suddenly handing me company stock?” Christina asked, genuinely confused.
“Didn’t you want shares?” Dylan responded, voice calm.
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“I was just messing with them! What would I even do with shares?” she replied, giggling uncontrollably.
Still donning a serious face, Dylan said, “If you want them, they’re yours.”
That sentence caught her completely off guard. Then, a beam spread across her face.
… and with a chuckle, she said, “You’re kind of charming.” That offhanded compliment landed differently for Robin and Dylan.
Dylan’s face remained still, but the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, and the heaviness in his chest evaporated like morning mist. Christina’s words lit something inside him.
Robin, on the other hand, felt a jab in his chest. Watching her light up for someone else stung. “Charming? Are you serious right now? You need your vision checked,” he muttered under his breath, bitterness seeping through.
Christina didn’t miss a beat. “As long as I think so, that’s what matters. But if you’re worried about your eyesight, I know a good specialist.”
Robin scowled, feeling worse by the second. He grumbled, “I’m not wrong. No way others would agree that Dylan is whatever you just called him.”
To Robin, Dylan was ice-cold and stone-faced, never smiling, always calculated.
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