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.

smile aimed straight at Ruby. "Ruby, you look breathtaking tonight! I almost didn't recognize

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

son of

known among Brookhaven's younger generation for his unmatched

grown up side by side, building

admired her, with all the fervor and uncertainty of

affection long ago, yet, in her mind, Finn never quite reached the standard

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

filled her with a heady sense of

the centerpiece of the entire banquet

gathered a circle of young men, each one striving to

delighting in the flattery and

chandelier, Ruby stood, her long hair cascading over

murmured praise, words

her with a

of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance

would pay her the respect

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

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

with a purposeful stride, he made his way toward the

Lennon, the esteemed president of the Draconia Holistic Medicine

himself had extended

disciple but had recently

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

before, Apollo had predicted that his

entrance, Kyler welcomed Wilder and Drake with a warm nod. "Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good evening. Follow me upstairs;

and Drake accompanied Kyler to the second floor,

center of the room sat Ronald,

in their forties, faces

bound to him as solemn

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

by Ronald when he was still forging the

were Ronald's very first

whispered to be beyond

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

stories 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

Brookhaven Martial Alliance spread its influence

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

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

here. I regret I couldn't greet you at the door," he said, a hint of fatigue in his voice. Wilder

the pallor beneath

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

for the elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I doubt I'd

with this sickness. Just yesterday, my granddaughter

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

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