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.

a young man with striking features strode from the crowd, his confident smile aimed straight at

chin, a hint of a smile curling at her lips. "Oh? So you're saying I don't usually look this good?" she teased, her laugh

Eaton, son of Cade Eaton, the Alliance's Chief Elder of

known among Brookhaven's

Ruby had grown up side by side, building

her, with all the fervor

in her mind, Finn

as if the men drawn to her were stars

attention filled her with a heady sense

the centerpiece of

circle of young men, each one striving to catch her attention, each one hoping for a hint of

drank it all in, delighting in the flattery and

long hair cascading over

murmured praise, words laced

her with a quiet

hall of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance was,

everyone here would pay her

an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration,

used to the 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. A glint of approval crossed his face. "Ruby, you look perfect. Show

a purposeful stride, he made his way toward

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

himself had extended

respected disciple but had recently made waves by

of his own. In Wilder, he hoped to find the

had predicted that his protégé's

welcomed Wilder and Drake with a warm nod. "Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good evening. Follow me upstairs; my father

Wilder and Drake accompanied Kyler to the second

the center of the room sat Ronald, his

stood in silence, each in their forties, faces

bound

of in reverent whispers, figures who seemed to tread the line

were orphans once, foundlings taken in by Ronald when he was

Ronald's

whispered to be beyond

the Alliance was in its infancy, trembling under threats that could have torn it apart, it was these four who

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

Martial Alliance spread

Heavenly Kings began to fade from view, retreating into the shadows, until even legends became

for them to stand here-silent sentinels in Ronald's presence felt as if an ancient

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 respect. "Please, Mr. Quinn, there's no need for apologies," Wilder

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

gave a faint sigh, his tone heavy. "This illness has haunted me for decades. Apollo, your mentor, prescribed me a remedy back then,

it not for the elusive Violet Wyvernroot,

yesterday, my granddaughter

"I've asked you here, Wilder, in the hope that you might