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

many similar

Ronald and Kyler swiftly intervened

view, this world belonged to the powerful, while the weak had

every other

hand over the necklace to Ruby ..." Vera's gaze sharpened, her voice like ice. "This

to spill-until a voice, low and

with a grace that seemed practiced, his presence

a flicker, but enough

"Mr. Neville, how nice of you to join

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

at the necklace around Vera's neck, her voice colored with feigned innocence. "That necklace belongs to me, Mr. Neville! And yet she

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

by Robin at your family's auction for five billion.

a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Ms. Silva, whatever tale you tell is irrelevant to me," he replied, his tone disturbingly light. "Ms. Quinn claims it's hers, so it is

hall grew louder as his words

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

and they've always held to principles and fairness. For Jason Neville, their future leader, to say something so ridiculous... it's just stunning," muttered another. "Isn't Jason

too-both of them, together ...

...

Moments later, Anthony arrived, his expression a mix of shock and alarm as he absorbed Jason's stance. He

watched the exchange with curiosity and

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 jaw tightened, her words sharp. "This necklace was a gift from Robin, given

interested in the

million if you simply hand it to Ms. Quinn." Anthony, alarmed, reached

left

a defeated sigh, Anthony stepped back, his disapproval

across Ruby's face as she

me the necklace

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

heir of the most powerful martial family and the cherished daughter of Draconia's leading alliance-both admired both envied. Yet, you're both as tactless

turned to Anthony, her tone daring, "Mr.

to forcibly reclaim items sold at their own auctions?

strained smile. "Ms. Silva, forgive

"1

Anthony, hold your tongue. I decide how

low, as he tried again to reason. "Sir,

You're a butler,

He turned to Vera, an apology in his

"

forgive him. Our young master ... he's still learning. Rest assured, the Nevilles

with disappointment. "Very well,"

wasn't ready to let her go. Swiftly, she caught Vera by the sleeve,

the shoulder down. Vera grasped the torn

Quinn, is this the sort of

didn't retreat. He took a step toward