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. "Fine,

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 the crumpled plastic bag he was carrying, her

me! Robin, these

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

pay for these?" she asked,

dollars," Robin replied as he got back

expect me to wear ten-dollar shoes

meet with people who manage

expensive pair they had. The guy even tried to sell me a

I threw out my 80,000 dollars shoes only to end up with

tacky little bows and gaudy floral patterns around the edges. "Gosh, I'll look like a total fool if I wear these!" she

buy a new pair at the mall across from your office. "I think they probably

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

Silva Group, Vera stepped out of the car

security guards at the entrance

her

check out Ms. Silva's

it the trending

think that's the new trend-bringing back that classic, old-school

think these ten-dollar shoes are some kind

Vera

hand dismissively. "Stop calling me

glanced down at her shoes, trying not to laugh. "Vera, those shoes are... um, quite

She then laughed.

it. For your information, Robin got me these,"

gave you

her teeth.

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

her office, feeling both

jerk, just wait! I'll get you back

office door, she couldn't help

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

ten-dollar pair of

"at least he got

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

you could help me get in touch

grateful for the opportunity he gave me after the incident at the

I know you two are close.

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

Send me the

thank you

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

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

her. "I wouldn't dream of it. I genuinely want to get to know him. He helped

...

car to East

road, he