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.

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

So you're saying I don't usually look this good?" she teased, her laugh light and

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

Brookhaven's younger generation for his unmatched

Ronald's first disciple, Finn and Ruby had grown up side by side, building a bond that ran

youth, Finn had admired her, with all the

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

enjoying the unspoken adoration, as if the men

attention filled her with a heady

centerpiece of

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

it all in, delighting in the flattery

the glittering chandelier, Ruby stood, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her gown

praise, words laced with

her with

the Brookhaven

everyone here would pay her the respect

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

made his way toward the

greet-Wilder Lennon, the esteemed president of the Draconia Holistic Medicine and

extended the

disciple but had recently made waves by curing the

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

predicted that his protégé's potential

welcomed Wilder and Drake with a warm nod. "Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good evening. Follow me upstairs; my father is waiting in the VIP

and Drake accompanied Kyler to

room sat

men stood in silence, each in their forties,

as if bound to him as solemn

Alliance were men spoken of in reverent whispers, figures who seemed to tread the line between the real and

orphans once, foundlings taken in by Ronald when he

Ronald's

skills were whispered to be

threats that could have

when defeat seemed certain. They made the Alliance something to be feared, to be

Brookhaven Martial Alliance spread its influence throughout

power, the Four Heavenly Kings began to fade from

sentinels in Ronald's presence felt as

VIP lounge, where Ronald gestured a greeting 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 said, a hint of fatigue in his voice. Wilder and Drake

the pallor beneath his skin.

mentor, prescribed me a remedy back then, a treatment that's kept

elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I doubt

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

eyes. "I've asked you here, Wilder, in the hope

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