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."

his eyes.

plastic bag and walked

him bringing back a pair of elegant heels. But when she saw the crumpled

kidding me! Robin, these are the shoes

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

you pay for these?" she asked, her voice

Robin replied as he got back

"You expect me

I meet with people who

most expensive pair they had. The guy even tried to sell me a two-dollar

head in disbelief. "I can't believe this. I threw out my 80,000 dollars shoes only to end up with ten-dollar

with tacky little bows and gaudy floral patterns around

sighed. "Just wear them for now. Better than going barefoot. You can buy a new pair

to you, today's going to be a long

they reached the entrance to Silva Group, Vera stepped out of the car in her bright green

and security guards at the entrance immediately noticed

eyes following her as she walked through

check out Ms. Silva's shoes today. Bold

the

trend-bringing back that

laugh. They actually think these ten-dollar

as Vera entered the office.

dismissively. "Stop calling me

her shoes, trying not to laugh. "Vera, those shoes are...

She then laughed.

Robin got me these," Vera said, rolling her

eyes widened. "Robin gave you those? That's ... bold

teeth.

out a memo-anyone caught talking about my shoes today loses 2,000 dollars

office, feeling both embarrassed and oddly

jerk, just wait! I'll get you back

help but smile. At least he

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

the ten-dollar pair of shoes he'd bought

least he

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

you could help me get in touch with

opportunity he gave me after the incident at the

two are close. Would you be willing to put in a

a small gathering with some top people in Harmonfield, and everyone's been talking about Robin. If you could 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

up. Send me

voice was thick with gratitude. "Vera, thank you so much. I

don't need the formalities. And I know you're hoping to get in Robin's good

tell you something-Robin's not like those other upper-class guys. If you want to

worry," Raymond assured her. "I wouldn't dream of it. I genuinely want to get to know him. He helped me

...

took Vera's car to East City Development

the road, he