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.

pair of sharp, seductive eyes observing him from a 15-degree

by a ferocious beast, leaving him uncomfortable. He glanced in the

off the glass made everything behind it seem

quietly observed him, wondering why Daphne had taken such

handsome and aloof appearance, there wasn't anything

his skills in riding and shooting,

he was just an extremely arrogant

Rita couldn't understand it.

your habits matter? When you're in Ms. West's

worlds apart from her in

mortal world, they had fought their way through

had ever had the honor of

Robin had somehow caught Daphne's

countless men had dreamed of having the chance to sit and meet

powerful they were,

qualities does

her rules

in thought, trying to figure

Robin stopped in his tracks, causing Rita

did you suddenly stop?" Rita asked, irritated

you were staring at me from behind in a creepy way.

flushed with embarrassment as she tried to hide the

you? I'd rather stare at a dog than

gaze to

Clayton, don't look at me. I'm not a

Rita snapped, glaring at

Robin shook his head.

way. I don't like being stared

shot him a sideways glance and stepped into

jerk, how dare

the chance, I'll definitely teach him

her face set in a haughty

completely different from how she had acted in the Violetcrest Riding and Shooting Entertainment Center.

is all

be a little more

burning with passion inside, yet she pretends

a quick glance

met, and she blushed, quickly avoiding Robin's

What a jerk!

up to no good! Men are all

Such shallow, lecherous creatures!

her mind, inviting him over

top floor of the Violeterest

were

carrying any weapons, please

Robin paused, clearly displeased.

hand over my belongings before I can enter? What kind of hospitality is

protocol. Even 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 apply