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.

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

of a smile curling at her lips. "Oh? So you're saying I don't usually look this good?" she teased, her laugh light and

young man was Finn Eaton, son of

among Brookhaven's younger

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

with all the fervor

had sensed his affection long ago, yet, in her mind, Finn never quite reached the

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

attention filled her with

Ruby became the centerpiece of the

striving to

in the flattery and admiration as if they

long hair cascading over her

voices murmured praise, words laced with admiration,

her with

grand hall of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance was, without question, her

was certain everyone here would pay

an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration, spoiled

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

stride, he made his

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

extended

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

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

before, Apollo had predicted that

warm nod. "Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good

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

center of the room sat Ronald, his form reclining in a

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

unmoving, as if bound to him as

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

once, foundlings taken in by Ronald when he was still

Ronald's very first

were whispered to be

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

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

Martial Alliance spread its influence

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

etched with weariness. "It's a privilege to have you both here. I regret I couldn't

face, noting the pallor

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

it not for the elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I

year marks thirty-six years of struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday, my granddaughter Ruby tried to secure the

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

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