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.

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

lifted her chin, a hint of a smile curling at her lips. "Oh? So you're saying I don't usually look

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

known among Brookhaven's

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

Finn had admired her, with

in her mind,

as if the men drawn to her were stars revolving around her own

attention filled her with a heady

the centerpiece of the entire

striving to

flattery and admiration as if they were

long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her

murmured praise, words laced with admiration, envy, and

filled her with a

Brookhaven Martial Alliance

would pay her the

an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration, spoiled by

it now, catching 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

with a purposeful stride, he made his way toward the hotel

Lennon, the esteemed president of the

himself had extended the invitation,

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

In Wilder, he hoped to

predicted that

welcomed Wilder and Drake with a warm nod. "Mr. Lennon, Mr.

accompanied Kyler to

sat Ronald, his form reclining in

silence, each in their forties,

as if bound

the Brookhaven Martial Alliance were men spoken of in reverent whispers, figures who seemed to tread the

foundlings taken in by

were Ronald's

were whispered to be

infancy, trembling under threats that could have torn it apart, it was these four who held

blood-soaked 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 be

Brookhaven Martial Alliance spread its

began to fade from view, retreating into the shadows, until even legends became

them to stand here-silent sentinels in Ronald's presence felt as if

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

noting the pallor

tone heavy. "This illness has haunted me for decades. Apollo, your mentor, prescribed me a

not for the elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I doubt

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

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

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