Chapter 796:
Robin frowned at both of them. “Stay out of it. It’s none of your business.”
“I’m just stating the truth. If Christina wants, there’s no issue giving her as many properties as she desires,” Chloe snapped back.
“Who says I can’t do the same for her?” Robin retorted. He then turned to Christina, flashing a confident smile. “Do you fancy a penthouse or a mansion? Tell me the count, and they’re yours.”
His gleeful energy made Christina grin. She weighed her options and went with his offer. “I won’t be in Kitaso permanently, so owning homes there would be unnecessary. I’ll leave right after the auction. Crashing at your place for a while is enough.”
Robin caught Dylan’s eye and flashed a victorious smirk, visibly thrilled.
Dylan’s glare at Robin grew colder by the second, his jaw visibly tightening. At first, he hadn’t planned on attending the auction at all. But the moment he heard Robin was going, he cleared his entire schedule and decided to tag along.
“Christina, what are you trying to bid on?” Robin asked casually. “If you’re short on cash, I can cover it.”
Christina answered, deliberately leaving out her interest in the famous painting, “I’m just looking around. If I see an antique I like, I might place a bid—just for my collection.”
Robin took her words at face value, nodding sincerely. “Didn’t know you were into antiques.”
“Just kind of interested in them,” she replied simply, giving nothing away.
Dylan didn’t say a word, simply standing there silently, watching Christina with narrowed eyes, trying to read between the lines. Her insistence on coming to the auction clearly meant there was something she had her eye on. If she started bidding and her funds ran low, he’d quietly step in.
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After all, in an auction like this, failing to pay up wasn’t just embarrassing—it could land someone in serious trouble.
Meanwhile, at the Dawson estate, Yolanda called sweetly as she walked into the living room, “Brendon.”
Brendon, lost in thought, didn’t hear her. He was still obsessed with figuring out who the man in Christina’s villa was. That mystery was eating at him.
Yolanda’s smile stiffened as she stood there, completely ignored. Her hands curled into tight fists. Who the hell was he thinking about so deeply? Could it be that wretched Christina? Just the thought sent a hot wave of anger surging through her chest. That woman again.
Her jaw clenched, but she quickly plastered on a bright smile and strutted over.
“Brendon,” she cooed, snuggling into his arms.
Brendon felt her presence and instinctively wanted to push her away.
But then something in her voice stopped him. “Brendon, what are you thinking about?”
He blinked, finally snapping out of it. He resisted the urge to push her off and forced a smile. “Nothing. Just zoned out. What brings you here?”
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