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

felt as though he was walking through a jungle, being secretly watched by a ferocious beast, leaving him

the glass made everything behind it seem invisible as

him, wondering why Daphne had

her eyes, aside from his handsome and aloof appearance,

shooting, that was about all he had

just

Rita couldn't understand it.

habits? What do your habits matter? When you're in Ms. West's domain, you follow her

man was worlds

fought their way

the honor of winning

now, Robin had somehow

countless men had dreamed of having the chance to sit

wealthy or powerful they were, Daphne had never given

of qualities

made Daphne break her rules for the first

deep in thought, trying to

in his tracks, causing Rita to bump into

asked, irritated as she adjusted

at me from behind in a creepy way.

as she tried to hide the fact that she had been

flatter yourself! Why would I stare at you? I'd rather

her gaze to one of the maids beside

look at me.

Rita snapped, glaring at the

Robin shook his head.

like being stared at from behind like I'm some kind

sideways glance

how dare

get the chance, I'll definitely

her face set in a haughty expression, not saying a word or

different from how she had acted in the Violetcrest Riding and Shooting Entertainment Center. Robin shook his

is

a

inside, yet she

a quick

blushed, quickly avoiding

What a jerk!

no good! Men are all

Such shallow, lecherous creatures!

my lady lost her mind, inviting him

top floor of

they were stopped by

weapons, please hand them over

Robin paused, clearly displeased.

I'm supposed to hand over my belongings before I can enter? What kind of hospitality

distinguished guests are not allowed to bring weapons into her private meeting room! These

how Ms. West treats her guests? Well, I have my own habits. Any rules of