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.

the only premium invitation for the VIP Zone in

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

loud interruption instantly drew everyone's

Alice approached with Liam in

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

belonged to Universal

of the attendants greeted

with a slight

Robin! Did you get an invitation from Neville Group

like you. It's hosted by the renowned

if you're not

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

who verified Robin's

worked under Liam and he clearly didn't

was hosted by the Nevilles, she couldn't

hands and was unsure of what to

shot Robin a contemptuous glance before looking more closely at his invitation card. After a moment, she noticed something

"it seems that Robin's card is different

looked more closely at the card in

sneered. "Robin, you've really outdone yourself this time-coming here with a fake invitation card? And it

to the martial world, thinking you're entitled to a premium invitation? What a joke!" Alice smirked. "Robin, I'm speechless. Are

claimed you'd 'forgotten' your entry card. It was beyond ridiculous!" "And here you are tonight, pulling a stunt like this. At

yourself. This place is full of martial

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 Liam since the Rosewood Hotel was famously owned by the Hamilton family. So, when he accused Robin of trying to sneak in with a fake invitation, the crowd had no

when she noticed Alice and the others blocking his path. "Alice, Mr. Gill, what are you two talking about? Robin

"Why are 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 trivial as an auction." Alice leaned in closer and whispered, "Vera, please, don't

and Mr. Liam here has strong ties with the Phoenix Vanguard. If

look. That kind of invitation

then that

It was indeed different.

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

a middle-aged man approached, showing his auction invitation

didn't look like

at Robin, unsure of what

was growing impatient and gestured at the attendant. "Are you going to