The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 194

Chapter 194 The Slip-On Sandals

In the car, Robin noticed that Vera was barefoot.

"Vera, seriously? You're the CEO of Silva Group, and you're going to work barefoot? Where are your shoes?"

She glared at him. "You're really asking where my shoes went? Last night, you threw both of them into the lake! Or did you conveniently forget that part?"

"I threw your shoes into the lake? I ... don't remember that at all." Robin's voice trailed off as he realized he might've just confessed.

"Don't you play dumb with me! When we get to town, you're buying me a new pair of shoes! Those shoes cost me 80,000 dollars, do you have any idea how heartbroken I am?"

Robin rolled his eyes. "I'm not buying you shoes. And anyway, it's early; no stores are open yet. Just have your assistant order a pair for you later."

Vera huffed. "Every time we go up to that mansion of yours on Dawnspire Heights Estates, you find some excuse to get rid of my shoes!

"The last time, I had to walk out of there in socks, and Piper laughed at me for a week!

"And this time, I don't even have flip-flops! Robin, I swear, if you do this again..."

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?"

She hesitated, then said with a defiant smile, "I'll just camp out in your precious mansion and never leave!"

They bickered the whole drive. Just as they were about to reach the Silva Group building, Robin spotted a small shoe store open on the side of the road. "Fine, fine, stop complaining. There's a shoe shop over there. I'll get you a pair." He paused.

"What's your size again?"

"Size 6!" Vera covered her mouth to hide a grin, feeling oddly thrilled.

Finally, he's buying something for me!

Robin went over to the shop and, without much thought, picked out a pair of slip-on sandals for ten dollars.

Vera watched him from the car, feeling a warm glow inside.

She imagined the nice, stylish shoes Robin might bring back for her.

Maybe today will actually be a good day, she thought with a smile.

After paying, Robin noticed the shoes weren't even bagged. "Hey, don't you have a box or something for these?"

The shopkeeper gave him a look. "A box? For a ten-dollar pair of sandals?"

Robin looked down at the sandals. Fair enough. The box would probably be worth more than the shoes themselves. "Well... how about a plastic bag, at least?"

The shopkeeper sighed, rummaging around under the counter before producing a crumpled, slightly dirty plastic bag.

Robin raised an eyebrow. "This is the best you've got?"

"Sir," the shopkeeper replied with a sigh, "business is tough these days. Margins are tight."

rolled his

the plastic bag and walked back

waited, her excitement growing. He probably picked out something fashionable, she thought to herself, imagining him bringing back a pair of elegant heels. But when she saw

Robin, these are

the bag. "Yep, size 6. The shopkeeper said they were the finest pair they

you pay for

as he got back

"You expect me to

people

shrugged. "This was the most expensive pair they had. The guy even tried to sell me

in disbelief. "I can't believe this. I threw out my 80,000 dollars shoes only to end

the bag and looked at the shoes-green plastic with tacky little bows and gaudy floral patterns around the edges. "Gosh, I'll look like a total fool if I wear these!" she

than going barefoot. You can buy a new pair at the

just great," Vera grumbled. "Thanks to you, today's going to be a long day

Vera stepped out of

at the entrance immediately noticed her

could feel eyes following her as

Silva's shoes today.

the

trend-bringing back that

back a laugh. They actually think these

Vera

dismissively. "Stop

trying not to laugh.

She then laughed.

For your information, Robin got me these," Vera said,

gave you those? That's ... bold of

her teeth.

about my shoes today loses 2,000

to her office, feeling both embarrassed and oddly

jerk, just wait! I'll get

her office door, she couldn't help but smile. At least he bought me something

she thought to herself, "thinking they'll get anything from Robin Ramsey. He's not exactly

ten-dollar pair of shoes he'd

"at least he got me a

settle in before her phone rang. It was Raymond. "Vera, I'd love to take you out to lunch today." "Lunch? Why?"

"I was hoping you could help me get in touch

he gave me after the

tried, but I can't seem to approach him. Vera, I know you two are close. Would you be willing

just ... help me connect with him, I'd be grateful." Vera sighed. "I can't guarantee he'll agree, Raymond. But send me the details, and I'll see

best to bring it up. Send me the

"Vera, thank you so much. I really owe you

about it," she said, cutting him off. "You know I don't need the formalities. And

her tone turning serious. "But let me tell you something-Robin's not like those other upper-class guys. If you want to get close to him, sincerity

Raymond assured her. "I wouldn't dream of it. I genuinely want to get to

...

took Vera's car to

road, he