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.

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

So you're saying I don't usually look this good?" she

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

rising star, Finn was known among Brookhaven's younger generation for his unmatched skill and

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

youth, Finn had admired her, with all the fervor and

in her mind,

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

her with

became the centerpiece

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

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

cascading over her shoulders, and her gown radiating elegance and

praise, words

her with

the Brookhaven Martial

here would pay her the

an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration, spoiled by endless

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

he made

someone significant to greet-Wilder Lennon, the esteemed president of the Draconia Holistic Medicine and

himself had extended the

recently

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

that his protégé's

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

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

room sat

silence, each in their forties, faces hard and impassive, as though

bound

men spoken of in reverent whispers,

taken in by Ronald when he was still forging

were Ronald's very first

were whispered to be beyond

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

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

Martial Alliance spread

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

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

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.

pallor beneath his skin. "How

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

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

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

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