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.

young man with striking features strode from the crowd, his confident smile aimed straight at Ruby. "Ruby, you look breathtaking tonight! I almost didn't

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

son of Cade Eaton, the Alliance's

star, Finn was known among Brookhaven's younger generation

being Ronald's first disciple, Finn and Ruby had grown up

his youth, Finn had admired her, with

yet, in her mind, Finn

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

attention filled her with a heady sense

became the centerpiece of the

men, each one striving to

in the flattery

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

praise, words laced with admiration, envy, and

her with

grand hall of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance

would pay

an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration, spoiled by

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

made his way toward

was someone significant to greet-Wilder Lennon, the esteemed

extended the invitation,

only Apollo's most respected disciple but had recently made waves by

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

predicted that his protégé's potential

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

Wilder and Drake accompanied Kyler to the

the room sat Ronald, his form reclining in

each in their forties, faces hard and

stood unmoving, as if bound to him as

of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance were men spoken of in reverent whispers, figures who seemed to tread the

taken in by Ronald when he was still forging

Ronald's very

whispered to be beyond mortal

infancy, trembling under threats that could have

defeat seemed certain. They made the Alliance something to be feared, to be

Martial Alliance

Four Heavenly Kings began to fade from view, retreating into the

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

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

noting the pallor beneath his skin. "How have you

a faint sigh, his tone heavy. "This illness has haunted me for decades. Apollo, your mentor, prescribed me a remedy back then, a treatment that's kept me here

for the elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I doubt I'd

struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday, my granddaughter Ruby

in his eyes. "I've asked you here, Wilder, in the hope that you