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.

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

a hint of a smile curling at her lips. "Oh? So you're saying I don't usually look this good?" she teased, her laugh light

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

rising star, Finn was known among Brookhaven's younger generation

being Ronald's first disciple, Finn and Ruby had grown up side by side, building a

admired her, with all the fervor and

her mind, Finn never quite reached the

as if the men drawn to her were

attention filled her with a heady sense of

moments, Ruby became the centerpiece of the entire

a circle of young men, each one striving to

in the flattery and admiration

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

voices murmured praise, words laced with admiration, envy, and

her with

of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance was, without question,

certain everyone here would pay her

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

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

stride, he made his way toward

esteemed president of the Draconia Holistic Medicine and

extended the invitation,

had recently made waves by curing the illnesses of Martin

strange affliction of his own. In Wilder,

that his protégé's potential was

"Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good evening. Follow me upstairs; my father is

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

center of the room sat Ronald, his

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

bound

of in reverent whispers, figures who seemed to tread the line between the real

taken in by Ronald when

were Ronald's

skills were whispered to

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

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 be

Alliance spread its influence

to fade from view, retreating into the shadows, until even

for them to stand here-silent sentinels in Ronald's presence

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

the pallor beneath his

Apollo, your mentor, prescribed me a remedy back then, a

Wyvernroot,

Just yesterday, my granddaughter Ruby tried to secure the Violet

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

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