Chapter 779:
Dylan stared Robin down, his eyes sharp as blades. “Did you think I was joking with you?”
Dylan deeply respected Christina’s silence. No one got to question her and demand answers she was reluctant to provide. She’d talk when she felt like it. And he was willing to wait for her to open up, no matter how long it took.
“You’re not actually planning to ship me back like this, are you?” Though still furious, Robin was beginning to feel a flicker of panic.
Dylan didn’t say a word. Instead, he nodded toward the bodyguards, who immediately swooped in and lifted Robin clean off the floor.
“Hey! Put me down! Dylan, you shameless jerk! Forcing me back like this? Utterly shameful! Let me go right now!” Robin flailed wildly. “You think this is going to scare me away? Not a chance! I’ll return! Just wait and see! Christina! Help me, please!”
Robin’s shouts quickly drew Christina to the scene.
“Why did you tie him up?” Christina gazed at Dylan, blinking in surprise. But when she laid eyes on Robin, all trussed up like a hostage, she found it hard to suppress a laugh.
Dylan said nothing, his lips pressed tight. Unless Christina gave the word, he wouldn’t take it further. He only meant to give this annoying Robin a bit of a lesson.
“Help me! Come on, Christina!” Robin pleaded, frantically throwing desperate looks her way.
But Christina just stood there, arms folded, her lips curled into a teasing grin. Robin looked ready to burst. “You heartless woman! I came here to challenge you, and before I could even start, you’re having me dragged off like this!”
“Not a bad idea,” Christina quipped with a raised brow and a mischievous smirk.
Robin was so enraged that frustration choked him. After a moment, he finally muttered, “I knew it. You two are in this together.”
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Once learning of Christina’s agreement to a high-stakes challenge, Robin had rushed over for her sake—and here he was, tied up and about to be carted off. Had she even spared a thought for how he felt? He was truly pissed off.
Noting Robin’s mood swing, Christina stopped teasing him. “Let him down,” she instructed the bodyguards.
“Yes!” the bodyguards answered in unison and gently set Robin back on the floor.
With a casual wave from Christina, the bodyguards made their exit.
Still bound hand and foot, Robin sat there looking stunned. “Wait a second! Untie me! I’m still tied up!”
But the bodyguards were already gone. Robin’s eyes darted to Dylan, who met his gaze with that same stone-cold stare, the air between them thick with tension.
Robin quickly shifted his gaze toward Christina instead. But before he could open his mouth, she cut him off with a playful smirk. “Beg me.”
Robin was so furious that he could barely breathe. He inhaled deeply—once, twice—then forced a smile that clearly didn’t reach his eyes. “Christina, could you please be so kind as to untie me?”
“That’s more like it,” Christina replied, crouching down to undo the ropes. “Next time, try to keep your expressions under control.”
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