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 didn't

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

man was Finn Eaton, son of Cade Eaton, the Alliance's

Finn was known among Brookhaven's younger generation for his unmatched skill

Finn and Ruby had grown up side

her, with

ago, yet, in her mind, Finn never quite reached

she never spoke of it, enjoying the unspoken adoration, as if the men drawn to her were stars revolving around her own

attention filled her with a heady

moments, Ruby became the centerpiece

striving to

it all in, delighting in the flattery and admiration

hair cascading over her shoulders, and her gown radiating

words laced with admiration, envy, and

her with a

Brookhaven Martial Alliance was, without question,

was certain everyone here would pay her the respect she

been raised in such an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration, spoiled by

appeared from the back of the hall, pausing as he took

stride, he made his way toward the

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

had extended the invitation,

recently made waves by curing the illnesses

decades, Ronald had battled a strange affliction of his own. In Wilder, he hoped

Apollo had predicted that his protégé's potential

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

accompanied Kyler to the second floor,

room sat Ronald, his form

men stood in silence, each in their forties, faces hard and impassive, as though carved

unmoving, as if bound to him as

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

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

Ronald's very

whispered to be beyond mortal

trembling under threats that could have torn it apart, it was these

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

Brookhaven Martial Alliance spread its influence

the Alliance gained power, the Four Heavenly Kings began to fade from view, retreating into the shadows, until even legends

in Ronald's presence felt as if an ancient power

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

the pallor beneath

mentor, prescribed me

elusive Violet Wyvernroot,

collecting his thoughts. "This year marks thirty-six years of struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday, my

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