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.

was the only premium invitation for the

scan it for verification when a sneering voice called out,

interruption instantly drew everyone's

Alice approached with Liam

the lobby quickly put Robin's invitation card aside and turned to greet

belonged to Universal

the attendants

a slight nod and mischievously eyed

get

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

in if you're not a martial artist or don't have connections to

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 Robin's

Liam and he clearly didn't want Robin

the Nevilles, she couldn't

and was unsure

contemptuous glance before looking more closely at his invitation card.

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

words, Liam looked more closely at the card in the attendant's hands. It was indeed

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

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. "Robin, I'm

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 it believable if you're going

before you make an even bigger fool of yourself. This place is full

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 Liam since the Rosewood Hotel was famously owned by the Hamilton family. So, when he accused Robin of trying to sneak in

and the others blocking his path. "Alice, Mr.

disdainfully. "Why are you so quick to believe him? Haven't you

cut her 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

ties with the Phoenix Vanguard. If he doesn't have a seat in the VIP Zone, how

look. That kind of invitation card

only then that Vera really examined Robin's

It was indeed different.

but... why wasn't it

a middle-aged man approached, showing his

invitation card didn't look

over at Robin, unsure

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