The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 223

Chapter 223 How Presumptuous

The grand hall of the Harmonfield Hotel was wrapped in an oppressive silence.

Ruby, daughter of the leader of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance, had unleashed words that were shockingly rude and unjust.

Ms. Silva was a guest of honor, invited by the very alliance Ruby represented.

As the celebratory host, Ruby's actions were nothing short of disappointing.

It appeared Ms. Quinn's upbringing lacked the refinement one would expect.

Wilhelm and Finn exchanged anxious glances, caught in the tension between Vera and Ruby.

They longed to intervene, to coax Ruby into restraint.

Yet they understood the depths of her fury all too well.

Once Ruby decided on a course, no one could deter her.

Pampered by her father Ronald throughout her life, Ruby was accustomed to having her wishes fulfilled.

There was one case that involved the daughter of one of Ruby's grandfather's students.

At school, she had a rival in that girl, whose beauty captivated everyone around her.

The girl's eyes shimmered like those of a woodland sprite, entrancing all who beheld her.

Gentle and kind, she garnered the affection of peers and teachers alike.

Frequent praise flowed to her, particularly for her enchanting gaze.

Such admiration only stoked Ruby's jealousy.

One fateful afternoon, Ruby deceived the girl into a hidden corner.

She commanded the children of the elders, who always flattered her, to blind the girl. They gouged out her eyes.

When the girl's father discovered this horror, he nearly lost his sanity.

Understanding that Ruby was the leader's daughter, he reluctantly confronted Ronald and Kyler.

To his disbelief, Ronald offered no reprimand to Ruby. Instead, he allowed Kyler to punish the disciple severely.

Ronald made it clear that as long as his granddaughter was pleased, nothing else mattered.

From that day forward, both the disciple and his daughter vanished without explanation.

Their fate became a dark secret, lost to time.

that incident, no one in the Martial Alliance dared

years, many similar

the severity, Ronald and Kyler swiftly intervened

their view, this world belonged to the powerful, while the weak had no voice to

happiness eclipsed every other concern,

all too well how dangerous her displeasure could be. Anxiously, he spoke up, his voice tentative. "Ms. Silva, maybe... maybe you should just hand over the

a storm of anger brewing, ready to spill-until a voice, low and commanding, resonated

descended with a

a flicker, but

a smile and nodded. "Mr. Neville, how

two women, his tone courteous yet unyielding. "Ms. Quinn, are

feigned innocence. "That necklace belongs to me, Mr. Neville! And yet she refuses to return it. How does one

Jason's brow as he glanced at Vera. "So you are Ms. Silva," he began smoothly, though his words carried an edge. "If the necklace is Ms. Quinn's, I would suggest returning it. It's just a piece of jewelry,

evident. "Mr. Neville, you must have misunderstood. This necklace was bought for me by Robin at

tale you tell is irrelevant to me," he replied, his tone disturbingly

in the hall grew louder as his

Neville really just say that? I can hardly believe my ears,"

always held to principles and fairness. For Jason Neville, their future leader, to say something so ridiculous... it's just stunning," muttered

too-both of them, together ...

...

quiet understanding passing between them like an unspoken promise. They shared a fleeting smile, one that hinted at a connection that needed no words. Moments later, Anthony arrived, his expression a mix of shock and alarm as he absorbed Jason's stance. He stepped closer, pulling Jason aside to murmur, "Sir, this isn't ... it's unbecoming..." Jason brushed him

with curiosity and wariness. Resigned, he took a step back, honoring Jason's

voice cool, her words edged. "You heard Mr. Neville, didn't you? Take off that necklace and return it, or you won't like what happens next." Vera's

Silva, since Ruby is interested

I'll even add another 150 million if you simply hand it to Ms. Quinn." Anthony, alarmed, reached out again

was steely, and his voice left no room for argument. "Mr.

defeated sigh, Anthony stepped back,

across Ruby's face as

Mr. Neville. Just give me the

this necklace originally belonged to the Nevilles. How can you cling to it like this? It's

"An heir of the most powerful martial family and the cherished

Anthony, her tone

the policy of the Nevilles to forcibly reclaim items sold at

strained smile. "Ms. Silva, forgive me.

"1

tongue. I

sighed, voice low, as he tried again to reason. "Sir, please. Each

"Enough! You're a butler, Anthony. Don't presume

a resigned nod, Anthony swallowed his frustration. He turned to Vera, an apology

"

him. Our young master ... he's still learning. Rest assured, the Nevilles will address this. For now,

glanced at Anthony's worn expression, her own face shadowed with disappointment. "Very well," she said quietly,

wasn't ready to let her go. Swiftly, she

down. Vera grasped the torn edge

sort of

slightly at Ruby's actions but didn't retreat. He took a step toward