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.

card was unique. It was the only premium invitation for the VIP Zone in the

attendant took it in both hands and was about to scan it for verification when a

loud interruption instantly

and Alice approached with Liam

quickly put Robin's

Rosewood Hotel belonged to Universal

attendants

their greetings with a

Robin! Did you get an invitation from Neville

auction isn't for people like you. It's hosted by the renowned

in if

might've given you some 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!"

who verified

worked under Liam and he clearly

auction was hosted by the Nevilles, she couldn't go against Liam's

her hands and was unsure of what

Liam, shot Robin a contemptuous glance before looking more closely at his

a scornful smile, "it seems that

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

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

here you are, a commoner with no ties to the martial world, thinking you're entitled to

your entry card. It was beyond ridiculous!" "And here you are tonight, pulling a stunt

yourself a favor and leave now before you make an even bigger fool of yourself. This place is full of martial artists. You don't want to

sneered while shaking his head. "Robin, I'll let this slide out of respect 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

to Robin when she noticed Alice and the others blocking his path. "Alice, Mr. Gill, what are you two talking about? Robin wouldn't use a fake

as she glanced at Robin disdainfully. "Why are

off with a smirk. "That was because you didn't have enough patience, Alice! I trust that Robin wouldn't fake an invitation for something as trivial as an

the Phoenix Vanguard. If he doesn't have a seat in the

look. That kind of invitation card doesn't

that Vera really examined Robin's

It was indeed different.

but... why wasn't

middle-aged man approached, showing his auction

didn't look

glanced over at Robin, unsure of what to make

and gestured at the attendant. "Are you going to verify my card or