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.

confident smile aimed straight at Ruby. "Ruby,

So you're saying I

son of Cade Eaton, the Alliance's

known among Brookhaven's younger generation for his unmatched

first disciple, Finn and Ruby had grown up side by

admired her, with all the

yet, in her mind, Finn

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

with a heady

centerpiece of the

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

Ruby drank it all in, delighting in the flattery and admiration as if they were offerings

hair cascading over her shoulders, and

voices murmured praise, words laced with admiration, envy,

with

the Brookhaven Martial Alliance was, without question, her

certain everyone here would pay her

raised in such an atmosphere-surrounded

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

with a purposeful stride, he made his

the esteemed president of the

had extended the

Apollo's most respected disciple but had recently made waves

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

had predicted that his protégé's

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

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

room sat Ronald, his

in silence, each in their

stood unmoving, as if bound

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

taken in by Ronald when he was still

were Ronald's very

whispered to be

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

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

Alliance

power, the Four Heavenly Kings began to fade from view, retreating into the shadows, until

in Ronald's presence felt as if an

Drake stepped into the 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 bowed with respect. "Please, Mr. Quinn, there's no need for apologies,"

lingered on Ronald's face, noting the pallor beneath his skin. "How have you been feeling,

mentor,

for the elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I doubt I'd have

of struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday,

his eyes. "I've asked you here, Wilder, in the hope that you might help me secure a

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