The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 221

Chapter 221 You're Beautiful

The Eastvale Development Group, security department's conference room.

Robin was deep into the TrustGen Loans paperwork when Carson's call interrupted him.

"Mr. Ramsey, I mentioned Brookhaven Martial Alliance's plan to open a branch in Harmonfield. Today's the big day. Do you have time to join us for the inauguration?"

Robin barely looked up, responding, "Sure, I'll finish up here and head over. Where's it being held?"

"If you're free, I can pick you up, and we'll head to the Harmonfield Hotel together," Carson suggested.

Robin checked the clock, then shook his head. "No need to come out of your way. Just send me the details, and I'll meet you there."

Carson, understanding, quickly texted over the address and time for the ceremony at Harmonfield Hotel's Crown Banquet.

...

The Crown Banquet was alive with grandeur, each corner decked in vibrant splendor and filled with an air of anticipation.

It was the day the Brookhaven Martial Alliance would officially launch its Harmonfield branch.

Representatives from each alliance chapter in Draconia were in attendance, along with the formidable six elder enforcers from the main headquarters.

Guests ranged from the most influential families of Brookhaven and Harmonfield to martial arts practitioners across Draconia, famed family heads, and notable figures from the state's social elite. By 9 a.m., the hotel's opulent walls stood witness to the arrival of dignitaries from every corner.

Among them, Ruby had spared nothing in her preparations, hiring stylists and image consultants to achieve a flawless look.

Spending six-figure later, she sported a refined hairstyle, artfully applied makeup, and a gown that spoke of elegance and luxury.

As she stepped into the ballroom, the heads of numerous high-society guests turned to admire her.

Wilhelm Dixon, the Dixon Group's second son-and a close ally of the Alliance from the provincial capital caught sight of Ruby descending the staircase.

He wasted no time, approaching with a courteous smile, offering his arm as he escorted her into the center of the hall.

"Ruby, you're absolutely captivating tonight," he said, with a warmth that left little doubt about his admiration.

The Dixon Group held an essential role as one of Brookhaven Martial Alliance's primary financial pillars.

The Dixons and the Quinns had been allies for generations.

Wilhelm, the second son of the Dixons, had admired Ruby for as long as he could remember.

But with the Alliance towering over them in influence, Dixon Group remained modest in stature.

So Wilhelm kept his admiration hidden, unspoken, as if silence could shield him from the consequences of his desires.

Tonight, Ruby stood at the center of the ballroom, carrying herself with the poise of a queen. Wilhelm felt his heart thud as he followed her every movement, eager to attend to her slightest whim.

man with striking features strode from the crowd, his confident smile aimed straight at Ruby. "Ruby, you look breathtaking tonight! I almost

her lips. "Oh? So you're saying I don't usually look this good?" she

young man was Finn Eaton, son of Cade Eaton,

among Brookhaven's

grown up

his youth, Finn had admired her, with

in her

of it, enjoying the unspoken adoration, as if the men

her with a heady

centerpiece of the entire banquet

to catch her attention, each one hoping

it all in, delighting in the flattery and admiration as if

the glittering chandelier, Ruby stood, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her gown radiating elegance

words

her with a

hall of the Brookhaven Martial

would pay her the respect

such an atmosphere-surrounded by

feeling, and she basked in it now, catching the awe, reverence, and, perhaps, a touch of flattery in the eyes that followed her. A calm pride settled over her. Kyler appeared from the back of the hall, pausing as he took in his daughter's appearance, the elegance she wore like a second skin.

with a purposeful stride, he made his way

significant to greet-Wilder Lennon, the esteemed president of the Draconia

himself had extended the invitation,

most respected disciple but had recently made waves by curing the illnesses of

own. In Wilder, he hoped to find

had predicted that his protégé's potential

and Drake with a warm nod. "Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good

few cordial exchanges, Wilder and Drake accompanied Kyler to the second

the center of the room sat Ronald, his form reclining in

men stood in silence, each in their forties, faces

as if bound

Martial Alliance were men spoken of in reverent whispers, figures who

once, foundlings taken in by Ronald when he was still forging the

Ronald's very

skills were whispered to be beyond

Alliance was in its infancy, trembling under threats that could have torn it apart,

told of blood-soaked battles, of last-minute rescues-how they turned the tide when defeat seemed certain. They made the Alliance

the Brookhaven Martial Alliance spread its influence

Heavenly Kings began to fade from view, retreating

Ronald's presence

and Drake stepped into the VIP lounge, where Ronald gestured a greeting from his wheelchair, his face etched with weariness. "It's a privilege to have you both here. I regret I couldn't greet you at the door," he said, a hint of fatigue in his voice. Wilder and Drake bowed with

lingered on Ronald's face, noting the pallor beneath his skin. "How have you been feeling,

sigh, his tone heavy. "This illness has haunted me for decades. Apollo, your mentor, prescribed

the elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I doubt I'd have survived

sickness. Just yesterday, my granddaughter Ruby tried to secure the Violet Wyvernroot for

spark of hope in his eyes. "I've asked you here, Wilder, in the hope that you might help me secure