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.

features strode from the crowd, his confident smile aimed straight at Ruby. "Ruby, you look breathtaking

chin, a hint of a smile curling at her lips. "Oh? So

Finn Eaton, son of Cade Eaton, the Alliance's

was known among Brookhaven's

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

had admired her, with all the fervor and uncertainty of young

sensed his affection long ago, yet, in her mind, Finn

the unspoken adoration, as if the

her with a heady sense of

centerpiece of the entire

to catch her

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

long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her gown

praise, words

her with a

grand hall of the Brookhaven Martial

here would pay

had been raised in such an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration, spoiled by endless

in 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 she wore like a second skin. A glint

made his

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

extended the invitation,

only Apollo's most respected disciple but had recently made waves

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

predicted that his protégé's

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

cordial exchanges, Wilder and Drake accompanied Kyler to

sat Ronald, his form reclining in a

in their forties, faces hard and impassive, as though

if bound

in reverent whispers, figures who seemed to tread

foundlings taken in by Ronald

were Ronald's very first

skills were whispered to

the Alliance was in its infancy, trembling under threats that could have torn it apart, it was these

rescues-how they turned the tide when defeat seemed certain. They made the Alliance something to be feared, to be respected,

Brookhaven Martial Alliance spread its influence

power, the Four Heavenly Kings began to fade from view,

for them to stand here-silent sentinels in Ronald's presence

privilege to have you both here. I regret I couldn't greet you at the door," he said, a hint of fatigue

face, noting the pallor beneath his skin. "How have

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

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

marks thirty-six years of struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday,

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