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.

one in the Martial Alliance dared to

years, many

severity, Ronald and Kyler swiftly

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

happiness eclipsed every other

Silva, maybe... maybe you should just hand over the necklace

storm of anger brewing, ready to spill-until a voice, low and commanding, resonated from behind them. "Ms.

a grace that seemed practiced, his presence an immediate

fury in Ruby's eyes waned just a flicker, but enough to soften

"Mr. Neville, how nice of

two women, his tone courteous yet unyielding.

voice colored with feigned innocence. "That necklace belongs to me, Mr.

appeared on 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.

necklace was bought for me by Robin at your family's auction for five billion. So how it could suddenly be

tell is irrelevant to me," he replied,

in the hall grew louder as his words echoed, disbelief tinged

Mr. Neville really just say that? I can hardly believe my ears," someone whispered, shock

principles and fairness. For Jason Neville, their future leader, to say something so ridiculous... it's

Ms. Quinn too-both of them, together

...

no words. Moments later, Anthony arrived, his expression a mix of shock and alarm as he absorbed Jason's stance. He stepped

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

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 jaw tightened, her words

Silva, since Ruby is interested in the necklace, you'd do well to pass it

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

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

stepped back, his

Ruby's face

Mr. Neville. Just give me

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

martial family and the cherished daughter of Draconia's leading alliance-both admired both

Anthony, her tone daring, "Mr.

at

a strained smile. "Ms. Silva, forgive me. The Nevilles would

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gaze halted him. "Mr. Anthony, hold your tongue. I decide how things are

with frustration, and he sighed, voice low, as he tried again to reason.

You're a butler, Anthony. Don't presume

his frustration. He turned to Vera, an apology

"

assured, the Nevilles will address this. For now, it may be best if

own face shadowed with disappointment. "Very well," she said quietly,

her go. Swiftly, she caught Vera

a harsh rip, splitting from the shoulder down. Vera grasped the

the sort of dignity the Brookhaven

actions but didn't retreat. He took