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,

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

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

Brookhaven's younger generation for

Cade being Ronald's first disciple, Finn and Ruby had grown up side by side, building a

youth, Finn had admired her, with all

in her mind, Finn never quite reached the

if the men drawn

her with

Ruby became the centerpiece of

her gathered a circle of young men, each one striving to catch her attention, each one hoping for a hint of

the flattery and admiration

stood, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and

her, voices murmured praise, words laced with

her with a

the grand hall of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance

would pay

an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration,

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 approval crossed his face. "Ruby, you look perfect. Show our guests the respect they deserve," he

purposeful stride, he made his way toward

greet-Wilder Lennon, the esteemed president

extended the

Apollo's most respected disciple but had recently made waves by curing the illnesses of Martin

had battled a strange affliction of his own. In Wilder, he hoped to find the relief he

predicted that

entrance, Kyler welcomed Wilder and Drake with a warm nod. "Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good evening.

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

the room sat Ronald,

men stood in silence, each in their forties,

bound to him

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

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

Ronald's very

whispered to

could have torn it apart, it was these four

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

Martial Alliance spread

the Four Heavenly Kings began to fade from view,

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

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

Ronald's face, noting the pallor beneath his skin. "How have you

me for decades. Apollo, your mentor, prescribed me a remedy back then, a

elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I

years of struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday, my granddaughter

his eyes. "I've asked you here, Wilder, in the hope that you might help me secure a 500-year-old