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.

he clearly felt a pair of sharp, seductive eyes

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

intense sunlight reflecting off the glass made everything behind it seem

why Daphne had

from his handsome and aloof appearance, there wasn't anything particularly special

in riding and shooting, that was about all he

just

Rita couldn't understand it.

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

arrogant man was worlds apart from

mortal world, they had fought their way through countless

man had ever had the honor

Robin had somehow caught Daphne's

men had dreamed of having the

were, Daphne had

qualities does this

her rules

trying to figure out why Robin was so

stopped in his tracks, causing Rita to bump into

stop?" Rita asked, irritated as she adjusted

felt like you were staring at me from behind in a creepy way. It was

she tried to hide

at you? I'd rather stare at

turned her gaze to one of the maids beside

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

a nuisance!" Rita snapped,

Robin shook his head.

don't like being stared at

sideways glance and stepped

how dare

the chance, I'll definitely

of the way, Rita kept her face set in

in the Violetcrest Riding and Shooting Entertainment Center. Robin

woman is all for

a

inside, yet she pretends to

then, Rita stole a quick glance at

she blushed, quickly avoiding Robin's intense

What a jerk!

no good! Men are all the

Such shallow, lecherous creatures!

lady lost her mind,

the top

they were stopped by two maid bodyguards in the

carrying any weapons, please

Robin paused, clearly displeased.

hand over my belongings

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

is how Ms. West treats her guests? Well, I have my