Chapter 860:
Christina gave Balfour one last cold glance. He deserved every shred of pain clawing through him. Then, without another word, she carried Davina out, her steps steady and unwavering.
Once in the car, Christina pulled out her phone and dialed her subordinate, Scarface, her voice hard as ice. “Send someone to clean up the scene.”
“Don’t worry, boss. I’ll take care of everything. Do you want us to send the bodies to the Glyn family estate?”
“No need. Just take a clear photo of Balfour’s corpse.”
“Understood!”
Christina knew once Balfour’s parents found out he was missing and learned about his plot against her, they’d come hunting for her without a doubt. She planned to keep that grotesque photo of Balfour’s final moments as a fitting warning.
The girls Balfour had harmed had done nothing to deserve what he’d put them through. And the parents who raised such a monster deserved to feel a slice of that same anguish—the kind that came from losing a child to senseless cruelty.
The next day, Robin rolled over with drowsy eyes—until a sudden recollection jolted him upright. He blinked quickly and then shot out of bed like a man late for a flight.
With a dazed frown plastered across his face, he glanced around, scratching the side of his head in sheer bewilderment. He was in his bedroom, that much was clear. What wasn’t clear was how or when he’d made it back there.
He strained his mind, trying to piece together last night’s blur. All he could remember was stumbling home drunk and bumping into Christina in the hallway. But what had happened after that?
He tilted his neck slightly and hissed in pain. He winced, and just like that, a shard of memory sliced through the fog in his mind.
𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙜Ʞ𝗅𝗇𝓸ν𝘦𝗅𝗌・𝗰𝗼𝗺
Right after their hallway run-in, he’d asked Christina where she was off to—and she’d responded by knocking him clean out with a swift karate chop.
That couldn’t have been a dream. Not when his neck still throbbed like it had been used for target practice. But if it was real, then why had she attacked him in the first place? And where on earth had she been heading at that hour? Still chewing on those questions, Robin quickly freshened up and darted out of his room.
Down in the living room, he found Christina playing a game of chess with his grandfather.
Robin caught the sound of Kurt’s hearty laughter as soon as he walked over.
“Ha-ha… Finally! I managed to beat you. What a hard-fought win!” Kurt crowed, utterly delighted. Even though he knew Christina had let him win, that did little to dampen his joy.
It had been ages since Kurt had come across such a formidable opponent. Christina’s chess prowess never failed to astonish him—and more often than not, she ended up winning. Such brilliance at such a young age was nothing short of extraordinary.
Kurt held her in high esteem and often found himself wishing she’d one day become part of the Miller family. But, much to his dismay, he’d slowly come to the conclusion that his own grandson simply wasn’t good enough for her.
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