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.

a young man with striking features strode from the crowd, his confident smile aimed straight at Ruby. "Ruby, you look

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

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

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

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

had admired her, with all the fervor and uncertainty of

had sensed his affection long ago, yet, in her mind, Finn never

if

attention filled her with a

moments, Ruby became the centerpiece of the entire banquet

one striving to catch her attention, each

in, delighting in the flattery

glittering chandelier, Ruby stood, her long hair cascading over her

voices murmured praise, words laced with

her with a quiet

Brookhaven

here would pay her the

raised in such an

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 our guests the respect they deserve," he said, smiling as he greeted each guest with a

purposeful stride, he made his way toward

Lennon, the esteemed president of the Draconia Holistic Medicine and Health

himself had extended the

recently made waves

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

before, Apollo had predicted that

nod. "Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good evening. Follow me upstairs; my

accompanied Kyler to the second

the room sat Ronald,

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

bound to

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

in by Ronald when

were Ronald's

whispered to be beyond mortal

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

last-minute rescues-how they turned the tide when defeat seemed

Martial Alliance spread its influence

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

here-silent sentinels in Ronald's presence felt as if an ancient power had stirred once

to have you both here. I regret I couldn't greet you at the door," he said, a hint

pallor beneath his skin. "How

decades. Apollo, your mentor, prescribed me a remedy back then, a treatment that's kept me here as

Wyvernroot,

paused, collecting his thoughts. "This year marks thirty-six years of struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday, my granddaughter Ruby tried to secure

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255