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.

of sharp,

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

made everything behind it seem invisible as if nothing was

beside Robin, quietly observed him, wondering why Daphne had

his handsome and aloof appearance, there

in riding and shooting,

that, he was just an

Rita couldn't understand it.

When you're in

man was worlds apart from

Rita first followed her body into the mortal world, they had fought their way

the honor of winning

now, Robin had

men had dreamed of having the chance to sit and

they were, Daphne had never given

qualities

Daphne break her

trying to figure out why

in his tracks, causing Rita to bump

did you suddenly stop?" Rita asked, irritated

you were staring at me from behind

she tried to hide the fact that

stare at you? I'd rather stare

turned her gaze to one of the maids

"Ms. Clayton, don't look at me.

being such a nuisance!" Rita snapped, glaring at

Robin shook his head.

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

a sideways glance and stepped

dare he call her

I get the chance, I'll

face set in a haughty expression, not saying a word

acted in the Violetcrest Riding and Shooting Entertainment

is

she be a little more

with passion inside, yet she pretends

Rita stole a quick

eyes met, and she blushed, quickly avoiding

What a jerk!

no good! Men are all

Such shallow, lecherous creatures!

lady lost her mind, inviting him over

the top floor of

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

you're carrying any weapons, please hand them over

Robin paused, clearly displeased.

West invited me over, and now I'm supposed to hand over my belongings before I can enter? What kind of

the most distinguished guests are not allowed to bring weapons into her private meeting room! These have always been her

West treats her guests? Well, I have my own habits. Any rules of euquette don't