Chapter 439:
Eyes that had once flitted between Christina and Robin now locked onto Dylan, wide with shock and curiosity. But what truly caught their attention was Christina. From the looks of it, her interactions with Dylan were far more intimate. The earlier theory—that she was Robin’s secret girlfriend—was now thrown into question. Could it be that Christina wasn’t Robin’s girlfriend, but rather Dylan’s?
This speculation sent a ripple of shock through the crowd. Their gazes toward Christina became a mix of envy and curiosity.
Christina became the focus of envious stares and hushed speculation. Feeling the weight of the crowd’s gaze, she subtly stepped out of Dylan’s arms.
The small gesture, meant to deflect suspicion, didn’t go unnoticed by Dylan. A flicker of disappointment passed through his eyes, but he remained silent. He knew her well. He knew how much she loathed being in the limelight. So he did what he did best. With a barely perceptible smile, he parted his lips and spoke a few measured words. Just like that, the attention began to shift.
“Mr. Miller, how do you plan to handle the woman who stirred up trouble at your family’s banquet?” Dylan asked calmly.
The moment he spoke, everyone’s gaze shifted to Yvonne.
Yvonne had been on the verge of tears due to the humiliation, but now panic gripped her. Her act of looking pitiful crumbled as fear took over. “I—I didn’t do anything wrong!” she stuttered, her voice shaky. She shook her head quickly, eyes glistening with tears. “I just tripped… That’s all. I wasn’t trying to make a scene—I swear!”
Hiding in the crowd, Lorraine felt her heart thud nervously. She hadn’t expected Yvonne to panic so quickly. What if Yvonne blurted out her involvement? Just now, she’d purposely tripped Yvonne to make her fall and splash the glass of wine on Christina, concerned Yvonne’s act wasn’t enough to create the drama she wanted. But now things were getting out of control.
Robin, however, had no interest in hearing excuses. His cold gaze landed on the approaching head of security. “Throw her out,” he ordered coldly.
Robin had no patience for any explanation from Yvonne. Maybe the fall had been an accident, but the way she had fallen onto him—clinging and even leaning in—left no doubt in his mind. He could still feel how she pressed close, as if trying to use her body to catch his attention. That was precisely why he was angrier. He disliked women who used such cheap tricks. Just the thought made his skin crawl.
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“No! Please, Mr. Miller, don’t do this to me!” Yvonne cried out, struggling as the guards moved in. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble—I really didn’t!” She broke down in tears, but her sobbing did nothing to change her fate. The guards grabbed her arms, firm and unrelenting.
In one last desperate attempt, Yvonne turned her tearful eyes to Lorraine. “Lorraine! Please! You know I tripped! Say something—help me!”
But Lorraine stepped forward with a cool expression. “Yvonne, I’m truly disappointed. I brought you here out of goodwill, and yet you deliberately caused trouble.”
Yvonne blinked at Lorraine, stunned. What? Had Lorraine just thrown her under the bus? Hadn’t Lorraine promised that with Celine’s backing, nothing would happen to her?
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