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 VIP Zone in the

to scan it for verification when a sneering voice called out,

loud interruption instantly

approached with

attendant in the lobby quickly put Robin's invitation card

belonged to Universal

of the attendants greeted

their greetings with a slight

Did you get

mistaken. This auction isn't for people like you. It's hosted by the renowned martial arts

and influence, you're not getting in if

of the day, you're still a commoner. There's no way you belong

who verified Robin's invitation looked

he clearly didn't

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

Robin's premium invitation in her hands and was unsure of what to do

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

with a scornful smile, "it seems that Robin's card is

closely at the card in the attendant's hands.

his connection with Liam, Zachary sneered. "Robin, you've really outdone yourself this time-coming here with a fake invitation card? And it even says "VIP Zone Premium Invitation!" "Do you know what kind of

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 coast through

other day, you told me 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 ridiculous!" "And here you are tonight, pulling a stunt

yourself.

a crowd of guests who were here for the auction. Almost everyone recognized Liam since the Rosewood Hotel

his path. "Alice, Mr. Gill, what are you

making this up," Alice replied as she glanced at Robin disdainfully. "Why are you so quick to believe him? Haven't you learned from last time

have enough patience, Alice! I trust that Robin

and Mr. Liam here has strong ties with the Phoenix Vanguard. If he doesn't have a seat in the

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

then that

It was indeed different.

quality looked decent, but...

middle-aged man approached, showing his auction

didn't look like

unsure of what to make

the attendant. "Are you going to verify my card