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.

a young man with striking features strode from the crowd, his confident smile aimed straight at

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

son of Cade Eaton, the Alliance's Chief

Brookhaven's younger generation

Ruby had grown up

her, with all

yet, in her mind, Finn never quite

of it, enjoying the unspoken adoration, as if the men drawn to her were stars revolving around her

with a heady sense

became the centerpiece of the entire

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

all in, delighting in the flattery and admiration as if

hair cascading

murmured praise, words laced with admiration, envy, and

her with a

Brookhaven Martial

everyone here would pay her the

such an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration, spoiled by endless

she basked 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 of approval crossed his face. "Ruby, you look perfect. Show our guests the respect they deserve," he said, smiling as he greeted each guest with a polite

stride, he made

the esteemed president of

extended the

not only Apollo's most respected disciple but had recently made waves by

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

predicted that

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

and Drake accompanied Kyler to the second floor, where the

the room sat Ronald, his form reclining

in their forties, faces hard

if bound to him

Alliance were men spoken of in reverent whispers, figures who seemed to

in by Ronald when

were Ronald's very

whispered to be

the Alliance was in its infancy, trembling under threats that could

told of 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

Alliance spread its influence

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

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

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

Ronald's face, noting the pallor beneath his skin.

sigh, his tone heavy. "This illness has haunted me for decades. Apollo, your mentor, prescribed me a remedy back then, a treatment that's

for the elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I

Just yesterday, my granddaughter Ruby tried to secure the Violet

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