Chapter 949:
Whispers rippled through the crowd, spurred by questions about these men’s connection to Christina.
“The purple suits they’re wearing look so familiar. Weren’t they two of the men competing with Mr. Scott for Christina’s attention during the earlier dance?”
“Indeed! The color matches perfectly! But what about the third man in the purple suit? Why hasn’t he shown up?”
“Does anyone actually know the background of that woman? How has she managed to draw in two noble gentlemen to fight Mr. Scott solely for her attention?”
Once Robin arrived, he made a point of edging Dylan and Elliott aside with his hip, clearly thinking they were obstructing his moment.
Robin straightened his suit jacket with deliberate care before flashing Christina a confident smile. Assuming he had arrived at just the right moment to support her, there was a spark of eager expectation in his eyes, as though he awaited her approval.
Christina met his gaze, a faint, knowing smile touching her lips.
The socialites’ faces twisted in a range of emotions—some envious, some openly hostile. A few were so consumed with jealousy that they clenched their teeth, making no attempt to hide their disdain for Christina.
Dylan caught the silent exchange between Christina and Robin, and the sharp tang of jealousy seemed to settle in the air. His expression darkened as he stepped forward, deliberately planting his polished shoe squarely on Robin’s.
Robin grimaced in pain, his face flushed red as he tried hard to swallow the moan. He shot Dylan a glare sharp enough to cut glass and bit out through clenched teeth, “Dylan, you stomped on my foot on purpose!”
Dylan glanced down with cool indifference and then withdrew his foot at an unhurried pace. “Oh, my apologies—I didn’t notice.” His tone was as empty of sincerity as a winter wind.
𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞: 𝕘Ɐ𝕝𝕟𝕠ν𝕖𝕝𝕤﹒ⅽ𝕠𝕞
“You!” Robin hissed, his jaw tight. “You scheming jerk! Just wait, I’ll show everyone the truth about you!”
Before Robin could retract his gaze, Elliott nudged him to the back, sending him stumbling and nearly toppling over.
Robin seethed, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the backs of both men. In his mind, there was no doubt—they were the most infuriating troublemakers he’d ever had the misfortune to deal with.
Still, even with all those voices rising in Christina’s defense, the skeptics weren’t swayed. The guests kept their lips sealed, but the doubt in their eyes was impossible to miss—especially Katie, whose defiance blazed openly across her face.
Brendon pressed his lips into a thin line, a restless storm of emotions twisting in his chest. Why on earth were these elites stepping up for Christina? The thought of them fighting tooth and nail for her attention on the dance floor just moments ago made his stomach churn. A woman he’d already cast aside was now the one every other man seemed to want. For a fleeting second, he wondered if he’d made the wrong choice in divorcing Christina.
But Brendon quickly shut the thought down before it could take shape. He wasn’t wrong. He would never make a wrong decision. Yolanda was his love story, and casting Christina aside was just the right choice, clearing his path to marry Yolanda.
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