The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 22

A bright ray of sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Violetcrest Tower's sky bridge, illuminating Daphne's captivating yet coldly beautiful face.

Surrounded by a group of model-like bodyguards, she exuded an air of icy elegance, resembling a mesmerizing queen reigning supreme.

She glanced outside the window at Robin, who was walking across the Violetcrest Plaza.

A sly, seductive smile played on her lips.

She recalled her master's warning when she first entered this turbulent world.

It would be a path of no return, filled with thorns and unimaginable dangers.

To forge the path she envisioned, she had to claw her way out of a cutthroat world.

Once she stepped onto this path, there would be no turning back.

To survive in this world, she needed to be even more ruthless, more cunning, and willing to use any means necessary.

As a woman of unparalleled beauty, standing proud and independent, Daphne faced a unique challenge..

Carving out her own legacy in this world was far more demanding than it was for even the most powerful of men.

In this world, kindness, softness, and a lack of rules were just self-delusions of the weak.

Only by standing on the highest peak, where the world looked up to you with awe, could she control the forces of her world.

With these beliefs driving her, Daphne had fought her way to where she was today, ruthless and unyielding.

The more difficult the conquest, the more dangerous it was, the more she was filled with excitement and desire.

Just like this handsome Robin who had come from the ends of the earth, he was the first to truly catch her eye.

Because of his strength, she knew that he was different!

He was proud and solitary, indifferent to the world.

Even if he were to defy the entire world, he would do so without hesitation.

Thus, Robin's appearance had quickly caught the attention of her sharp, discerning eyes.

As she gazed at his resolute, chiseled face in the sunlight and those deep, rebellious eyes that feared nothing, Daphne felt as if she were inhaling the most intoxicatingly fragrant wine. This was a very interesting man.

There must be many fascinating stories behind him.

She wanted to step into his world.

She wanted to see what kind of foundation made him so domineering,

Domineering enough to stir her heart!

Robin followed Rita to the entrance of the Violetcrest Hotel's reception hall

Suddenly, he sneezed.

sharp,

walking through a jungle, being secretly watched by a ferocious beast, leaving him uncomfortable. He glanced

everything behind

why Daphne

aloof appearance, there

his skills in riding and shooting, that was about all he had

he was just

Rita couldn't understand it.

habits matter? When you're in Ms.

man was worlds

her body into the mortal world, they had fought

had ever had the honor of winning Daphne's

Robin had somehow caught

countless men had dreamed of having

how wealthy or powerful they were, Daphne had never

kind of qualities does

her rules for

Rita walked, she was deep in thought, trying to figure out why

in his tracks, causing Rita to bump

suddenly stop?" Rita asked, irritated as she

from

as she tried to hide the fact that she had been sneaking glances at

I stare at you? I'd rather

turned her gaze to

maid whispered, "Ms. Clayton, don't look at

Rita snapped, glaring at

Robin shook his head.

lead the way. I don't like being stared at from

a sideways glance and stepped

jerk, how dare

wait, when I get the chance, I'll definitely teach him a

Rita kept her face set in a haughty expression, not saying a word or looking at

from how she had acted in the Violetcrest Riding and Shooting Entertainment

is all for

she be a

passion inside, yet she pretends to be

stole a quick glance at

blushed,

What a jerk!

to no good! Men

Such shallow, lecherous creatures!

my lady lost her mind, inviting him

finally reached the top floor of

soon as they stepped out, they were stopped by two maid bodyguards

you're carrying any weapons,

Robin paused, clearly displeased.

now I'm supposed to hand over my belongings before I can

replied coldly, "This is Ms. West's protocol. Even the most distinguished guests are not allowed to bring weapons into her private meeting room! These have always been

"So this is how Ms. West treats her guests? Well, I have my own habits. Any rules of euquette don't apply