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.

young man with striking features strode from the crowd, his confident smile aimed straight at Ruby. "Ruby, you look breathtaking tonight! I almost didn't recognize

curling at her lips. "Oh? So you're saying I don't usually look this good?" she teased,

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

was known among Brookhaven's younger generation for his

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

had admired her, with all the fervor and uncertainty of

her mind, Finn

of it, enjoying the unspoken adoration, as if

with a heady

Ruby became the centerpiece of

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

drank it all in, delighting in the flattery and admiration as if

the glittering chandelier, Ruby stood, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her gown radiating elegance and

her, voices murmured praise, words

filled her with a quiet

Brookhaven Martial Alliance was, without question,

was certain everyone here would pay

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

pausing as he took in his daughter's appearance, the elegance she wore like a second skin.

a purposeful stride, he made his way toward the

greet-Wilder Lennon, the esteemed

extended

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

decades, Ronald had battled a strange affliction of his own. In Wilder,

that his protégé's potential was

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

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

the room sat Ronald, his form reclining in

him, four men stood in silence, each in their

if bound to him as solemn

in reverent whispers, figures who seemed to tread the line

by Ronald when he

were Ronald's very first

skills were whispered to be beyond

infancy, trembling under threats that could have

seemed certain. They made the Alliance something to be

the Brookhaven Martial Alliance spread its influence

began to fade from view, retreating into the

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

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," Wilder replied

lingered on Ronald's face, noting the pallor beneath

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

elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I

"This year marks thirty-six years of struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday, my

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