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.

only premium invitation

was about to scan it for verification when a sneering voice called out, "Hold

interruption instantly drew everyone's

approached with

Liam!" The attendant in the lobby quickly put Robin's invitation card aside and turned to greet Liam

Hotel belonged to Universal

the attendants greeted Liam

acknowledged their greetings with a slight nod and

get an invitation from Neville Group

for people like you. It's hosted

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

end of the day, you're

who verified Robin's invitation looked

under Liam and he clearly didn't want Robin

by the Nevilles,

invitation in her hands and was unsure of what

contemptuous glance before looking more closely at his invitation

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

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

"Robin, you've really outdone yourself this time-coming here with a fake invitation card? And it even says "VIP Zone

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

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

of yourself. This place

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

up to Robin when she noticed Alice and the others blocking his path. "Alice, Mr. Gill, what are

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

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,

hotel belongs to the Hamiltons, and Mr. Liam here has strong ties with the Phoenix Vanguard. If he doesn't have a

closer look. That kind of invitation card doesn't

then that Vera really examined

It was indeed different.

but... why

then, a middle-aged man approached, showing his

card didn't look like

glanced over at Robin, unsure of what

gestured at the attendant. "Are you going to verify