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.

confident smile aimed straight at Ruby. "Ruby, you look breathtaking

"Oh? So you're saying I don't usually look this good?"

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

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

first disciple, Finn and Ruby had grown up side by side, building a bond that

her, with all the fervor and uncertainty of

ago, yet, in her mind, Finn never

adoration, as if the men drawn to her were stars revolving

filled her with a

became the centerpiece

of young men, each one striving to catch her attention, each one hoping for

all in, delighting in the flattery and admiration as if they were offerings made to

her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her gown radiating

voices murmured praise, words laced with admiration,

filled her with a

the Brookhaven Martial

certain everyone here would pay her

in such an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration, spoiled by

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 said, smiling as he greeted each guest with a

a purposeful stride, he made his way toward the

Lennon, the esteemed president of the

had extended the

most respected disciple but had recently made waves by curing the illnesses of Martin and

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

that his

Drake with a warm nod. "Mr. Lennon, Mr.

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

sat Ronald, his form

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

if bound to him as

Heavenly Kings of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance were men spoken of in reverent whispers,

taken in by Ronald when he was still forging

were Ronald's

were whispered to

threats that could have

rescues-how they turned the tide when defeat seemed certain. They

the Brookhaven Martial Alliance spread its influence throughout

the Four Heavenly Kings began to fade from view, retreating

for them to stand here-silent sentinels in Ronald's presence felt as if an ancient power

from his wheelchair, his face etched with weariness. "It's a privilege to have you both here. I regret I couldn't greet you at the door," he

Ronald's face, noting the pallor

his tone heavy. "This illness has haunted me for decades. Apollo, your mentor, prescribed me a remedy back then, a treatment that's kept me here as long

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

"This year marks thirty-six years of struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday, my granddaughter Ruby tried to secure the Violet Wyvernroot for me, but it

you here, Wilder, in the hope that you