The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 221

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.

the crowd, his confident smile aimed straight at Ruby. "Ruby, you look breathtaking tonight! I almost

hint of a smile curling at her lips. "Oh? So you're saying

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

known among Brookhaven's younger generation for his

grown up side by side,

with all the

her mind, Finn never quite reached

as if the men drawn to her were stars revolving around her

attention filled her with a heady sense of

Ruby became the centerpiece of

to

the flattery and admiration as if they were offerings

Ruby stood, her long hair cascading

words laced with admiration,

her with

of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance was,

would pay her the

such an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration, spoiled by endless

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 our guests the respect they deserve," he said, smiling as he greeted

made his way toward the hotel

someone significant to greet-Wilder Lennon, the esteemed president

had extended

disciple but had recently made waves by

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

predicted that his protégé's potential was

a warm nod. "Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good

cordial exchanges, Wilder and Drake accompanied Kyler to the second floor, where

center of the room sat

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

if bound

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

orphans once, foundlings taken in by Ronald when he was

Ronald's very

to be beyond

under threats that could

seemed certain. They made the Alliance something to

Brookhaven Martial Alliance spread its influence throughout

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

stand here-silent sentinels in Ronald's presence felt

you both here. I regret I couldn't greet you at the door," he said, a hint of fatigue in his

on Ronald's face, noting the pallor beneath

mentor, prescribed me a

elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I doubt

marks thirty-six years of struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday, my granddaughter Ruby tried to secure the

to Wilder, a spark of hope in his eyes. "I've asked you

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