The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 204

Chapter 204 Ripley Syndrome

"Robin, wait!" Vera called. She was unwilling to let him go so easily.

She hurried up to him, glancing back to make sure Zachary and Alice weren't watching, then slipped a bank card into his hand.

"If you didn't bring enough money, take this card," she whispered. "It's got ten million on it. Feel free to bid on any jewelry you like and give it to me, okay?"

Robin stopped. He was amused by her hopeful gaze. "You've got plenty of money and you could bid on it yourself. Why do you insist on me buying it for you?"

Vera tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Come on, Robin. Don't you think it'll mean a lot more if you buy it for me? My birthday's coming up, just consider it a gift for me, will you?" "Nope!" Robin said, returning her bank card.

His eyes drifted down to her green sandals and he smirked. "Didn't I already get you a rare pair of shoes?"

Vera followed his gaze to her feet and gasped. "Are you kidding me? You call these ten-dollar sandals a gift?"

Robin shrugged. "The value of a gift isn't based on its price. Didn't you say all your company's executives were envious of those retro sandals? It's so classic and unique!"

With that, he turned and walked toward the entrance of the Rosewood Hotel.

Vera glared at his back, then down at her cheap green plastic sandals, grinding her teeth. "D*mn it! Do you think of me as one of your bros by giving me a pair of ten-dollar sandals as a gift?"

...

"Good evening, sir! Welcome."

Outside Rosewood Hotel, eight attendants with pleasant smiles and elegant postures greeted the guests, bowing slightly as they approached.

"Sir, please present your invitation to the Rosewood Prestige Auction."

All guests entering the Rosewood Hotel were required to show the invitation card sent by Neville Group.

Each card had a unique serial number, with the identity of each guest recorded within it.

Once the cardholder's identity was verified, they would be guided to their designated seating area by an attendant.

Robin handed his invitation card to one of the attendants.

premium invitation for the

hands and was about to scan it for verification when a sneering voice called out,

loud interruption instantly drew

Alice approached with

Robin's invitation card

Hotel belonged

attendants

with a slight

well, Robin! Did you get an invitation

like you. It's hosted by the renowned martial arts

not getting in if you're not a martial

shares in the Dunn Group and a cushy position, but at the end of the day, you're still a commoner. There's no way you belong here!" Robin ignored him and motioned to the attendant.

who verified Robin's invitation looked

he clearly didn't want Robin

the Nevilles, she couldn't go

her hands and was unsure of what to do

looking more closely

Liam," Alice said with a scornful smile, "it seems

more closely at the card in the attendant's hands. It was

here with a fake invitation card? And it even says "VIP Zone Premium Invitation!" "Do you know what kind of people

only sit in the standard Zone One. Yet here you are, a commoner with no ties to the martial world, thinking you're entitled to a premium invitation? What a joke!" Alice smirked.

lived in Dawnspire Heights Estates. I believed you until we got to the gates, and you suddenly claimed you'd 'forgotten' your entry card. It was beyond ridiculous!" "And here you are tonight, pulling a stunt like this. At least make

leave now before you make an even bigger fool of yourself.

for Shirley. Take the chance to walk away before you embarrass yourself further. This place isn't meant for someone like you." Outside Rosewood Hotel, the scene had already attracted a crowd of guests who were here for the auction. Almost everyone recognized

Alice and the others blocking his path. "Alice, Mr. Gill, what are you

we're not making this up," Alice replied as she glanced at Robin disdainfully. "Why are you so quick to believe him? Haven't you

could continue, Vera cut her off with a smirk. "That was because you didn't have enough patience, Alice! I trust that Robin

Hamiltons, and Mr. Liam here has strong ties with the Phoenix Vanguard. If he doesn't

closer look. That kind of invitation card doesn't

only then that Vera

It was indeed different.

but...

a middle-aged man approached, showing his auction invitation

invitation card didn't look like

Robin, unsure of what to make

the attendant. "Are you going to verify