Chapter 904:
Lorraine stood there, paralyzed with shock, watching Robin lash out like a storm unleashed. Since the day she met him, she had never seen him act out like this—striking without warning, pure fury in his every move.
As the man was beaten to a pulp, the security staff hurried to intervene. They were just about to pull Robin away when he lifted his head, eyes gleaming with a dangerous warning that froze them in place. “Anyone who steps in will get the same treatment!”
The security guards hesitated, clearly unnerved. They were well aware of the Miller family’s connections to the powerful Scott family, and none of them wanted to take that risk.
As they paused, silently debating whether to contact the Scotts for direction, Robin suddenly broke the silence.
“You—go get Dylan,” Robin ordered sharply, his tone ice-cold as his eyes locked onto the security team leader.
Robin knew he was merely a guest at the Scott family’s banquet—he couldn’t take further action against this rude man himself. He needed Dylan, the host, to step in and make an example of the man, a warning shot for anyone else who thought they could step out of line.
This man had the nerve to call Christina “used goods”—how dare he! That was something Robin simply couldn’t let slide.
If Dylan didn’t handle this right, Robin would walk away from the entire banquet with Christina in tow. He couldn’t care less about missing a birthday party.
The security team leader hesitated for a split second and then nodded stiffly, leaving a few men behind to maintain order while he dashed off to report the matter.
Inside the Scott family’s study, Dylan was still buried in work.
“Drink this tonic,” Margot said warmly, her voice tender as she looked at her grandson with soft affection.
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝘦𝗅𝘀⧸ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Thank you, Grandma,” Dylan said politely, lifting the bowl to his lips and taking a sip.
“I heard from your sister that you brought a female companion. Is that true?” Margot’s gaze settled on him, sharp and searching.
Dylan finished the tonic in silence and then gently placed the empty bowl aside. “Yes,” he said with calm certainty.
Dylan’s steady reply confirmed that Chloe hadn’t been lying, and Margot’s eyes widened ever so slightly with surprise.
Dylan had always kept women at arm’s length. For him to finally bring one over—it meant something. Margot was overjoyed. She’d been longing for a great-grandchild for years. But…
Margot exhaled quietly, a sigh of conflicted emotion escaping her lips as her brow creased. “Dylan, do you have feelings for Miss Jones?”
Dylan didn’t respond to this question right away. He pressed his lips together and looked straight at her. “Grandma, what is it you want to say?” He already had a good idea where this conversation was headed.
“Vickie Cullen is coming back soon. Your grandfather’s final wish was for you to marry her—and take care of her,” Margot said gently, watching him carefully.
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