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

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

Eaton, son of

known among Brookhaven's younger generation for his

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

youth, Finn had admired her, with

his affection long ago, yet, in her mind,

as if the men drawn to her were

attention filled her with a heady

the centerpiece of the entire banquet

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

in, delighting in the flattery and admiration as if

hair cascading over

voices murmured praise, words

filled her with a quiet

of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance was, without question,

was certain everyone here would

such an atmosphere-surrounded by

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

stride, he made his way toward the

esteemed president of the Draconia

extended

most respected disciple but had recently made waves

own. In

that his protégé's

"Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good evening. Follow me

Drake accompanied Kyler to the second floor, where the lounge

sat Ronald, his

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

if bound to

spoken of in reverent whispers, figures who seemed to tread the line between the real

were orphans once, foundlings taken in by

Ronald's very first

whispered to

in its infancy, trembling under threats that could have

told of blood-soaked battles, of last-minute rescues-how they turned the tide when defeat seemed certain. They made the

Alliance spread its influence

Four Heavenly Kings began to

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

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.

Ronald's face, noting the pallor beneath

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

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

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

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

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