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.

features strode from the crowd, his confident smile aimed straight at Ruby. "Ruby, you look breathtaking tonight!

lifted her chin, a hint of a smile curling at her lips. "Oh? So you're saying I don't usually

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

was known among Brookhaven's younger generation for his unmatched

and Ruby had grown up side by side, building a bond

her, with all the fervor and

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

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

filled her with

Ruby became the centerpiece of the entire

striving to catch her

in, delighting in the flattery and admiration

hair cascading over her shoulders, and her

words laced with admiration,

her with a quiet

grand hall of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance was,

everyone here would pay her the respect

been raised in such an

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

a purposeful stride, he made

was someone significant to greet-Wilder Lennon, the esteemed president of the

had extended

but had recently made waves by curing the illnesses of

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

predicted that

a warm nod. "Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good evening. Follow me upstairs; my father is waiting in the

cordial exchanges, Wilder and Drake accompanied Kyler to

the room sat Ronald, his

him, four men stood in silence, each in their forties, faces hard and

as if bound to him

men spoken of in reverent whispers, figures who seemed

orphans once, foundlings taken in by

were Ronald's very

skills were whispered to be beyond

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

seemed

the Brookhaven Martial Alliance spread its

the Four Heavenly Kings began to fade

in Ronald's presence felt as if an ancient

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

gaze lingered on Ronald's face, noting the pallor beneath his skin. "How have

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

it not for the elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I doubt I'd

years of struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday,

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

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