Chapter 435:
Yvonne’s acting skills kicked in. Tears pooled in her eyes as she seemed troubled to cut ties with Christina. Silence hung between them before she finally nodded. “Alright, I’ll listen to you. I don’t want to lose you as a friend. Since my sister…” She paused, her voice shifting with resolve. “Since she’s chosen to ignore what it means to be family, then I’ll do the same. Whatever connection she and I once had as family ends right now.”
Lorraine listened to Yvonne’s words and felt relieved that Yvonne had finally come to her senses and wouldn’t be the endlessly generous fool anymore.
“Let’s head to the banquet hall,” she said briskly.
“Alright,” Yvonne replied, quick to follow at her heels.
Meanwhile, in the banquet hall, Christina scanned the elegant room where laughter rippled like music and clusters of guests floated from one conversation to another. Glasses clinked, compliments were exchanged, and polished smiles were worn like armor.
She plucked a glass of juice from a waiter’s tray and quietly retreated to a secluded corner. These kinds of events were always loud, always glittering—and she preferred the shadows to the spotlight. For a moment, it almost felt peaceful—until a figure sauntered over.
With a sigh, Christina glanced sideways and offered a forced smile. “Mr. Miller, could you stand elsewhere? Those socialites look like they want to skin me alive.” She might as well have been holding a sign that said, “Please leave me alone.”
But Robin had always been the defiant type. “I think this spot is just right,” he said with that maddening calm of his, planting himself beside her like a permanent fixture.
“Then I’ll leave this spot to you,” Christina said coolly, lifting her glass and gliding off to another corner of the hall.
But peace, once again, was short-lived. Robin trailed after her like a persistent shadow, wine glass in hand, and took up his place beside her without missing a beat. “I like this spot too,” he said with a sly grin, his voice light but teasing.
Christina shot him a sharp look. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
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“Not at all,” Robin replied smoothly, still grinning. “I just happen to enjoy your taste in corners.”
He was clearly enjoying himself. It wasn’t every day he saw Christina ruffled and evasive—so of course, he couldn’t resist teasing her this way.
Christina could see exactly what he was up to, but she didn’t rise to the bait. She sipped her juice in silence, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
But even tucked away in the quietest corner of the banquet hall, the two of them stood out like a beacon. Eyes began drifting toward them. Glances turned into stares, and stares turned into hushed whispers.
The guests weren’t just watching. They were dissecting, each glance filled with silent guesses about the true nature of Christina and Robin’s relationship.
“Who’s that woman standing next to Robin? Is she his girlfriend?”
“I’ve never heard of him dating anyone. He’s always been laser-focused on work. Cold as stone when it comes to romance.”
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