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.

unique. It was the only premium invitation for the

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

loud interruption instantly drew

Alice approached with Liam

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

belonged

the attendants

with a slight nod

Robin! Did you get

isn't for people like you. It's hosted

and influence, you're not getting in if you're

but at the end of the day, you're still a commoner. There's no way you belong here!" Robin ignored him and motioned

who verified Robin's

and he clearly didn't

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

hands and was unsure of what to do

looking more closely at his

smile, "it seems that Robin's card is different from

in the attendant's hands. It was indeed unlike

"Robin, you've really outdone yourself this time-coming here with a fake invitation

can 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 speechless. Are you just going to

you 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

of yourself. This place is full of martial artists.

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

path. "Alice, Mr. Gill, what are you two talking about? Robin wouldn't

as she glanced at Robin disdainfully. "Why are you

that Robin wouldn't fake an invitation for something as trivial as an auction." Alice leaned in closer and whispered,

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

a closer look. That kind of invitation card doesn't even exist

was only then that Vera really examined

It was indeed different.

decent, but... why wasn't it the

a middle-aged man approached, showing his auction invitation for VIP

card didn't look

unsure of what to make of

growing impatient and gestured at the attendant.