The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 224

Chapter 224 Even Your Grandfather

A collective gasp echoed through the Crown Banquet of the Harmonfield Hotel.

No one had expected Ruby Quinn, the prized daughter of Draconia's most influential family, to rip a necklace off another guest-especially not in front of a crowd. Her actions reeked of entitlement, her expression one of icy disdain.

Yet, no one lifted a finger to stop her.

Ruby's lineage cast a long, dark shadow.

She belonged to the powerful Quinn family of Brookhaven. Her father, Kyler, known as the Southfist King, commanded respect and fear alike.

And her grandfather, Ronald-a martial legend-had once fought a hundred of Draconia's finest warriors alone.

His prowess and authority had never been contested, even as illness claimed him.

In the Quinn family, loyalty and indulgence knew no bounds. Ronald adored his grandchildren, especially Ruby and her brother Sam.

Whatever they desired, Ronald would ensure was within reach, bending rules and tradition alike to grant them anything their hearts wanted.

With that kind of lineage behind her, Ruby moved through life with the ease of the untouchable.

The silence that followed was thick with tension. Slowly, murmurs began to spread through the crowd, words masked behind raised hands and furtive glances. "Ms. Silva is in for it now."

"To cross Ruby Quinn? She'll be lucky if she's allowed back into Harmonfield at all."

"Did she even know who she was dealing with? It's suicide, challenging Ruby like this."

"And Mr. Neville-he seems completely enchanted by her. They make a fitting pair, don't they?"

"If the Nevilles and Quinns unite, who would dare stand up to them? Ms. Silva's brought this upon herself, the poor fool."

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Each murmur seemed to add to Ruby's smug satisfaction.

With the Eternal Moonlit necklace held high, she let the light catch on its shattered fragments, a cold smile tracing her lips. She leaned toward Vera, her words sharp. "If I can't have it, neither can you." She let the necklace fall, crashing against the marble, the delicate gems scattering across the floor, cutting through the silence.

Ruby's gaze dropped to Vera, taking in the torn sleeve and the livid mark across her neck. And her smile only grew wider.

"If you think you can take it from me, I'll just destroy it!" Ruby spat, her laughter ringing harshly in the hall.

Still unsatisfied, she lifted her foot and crushed the necklace beneath her heel, the gems scattering like shattered dreams. Vera stood in stunned silence, her mind reeling from the audacity of Ruby's actions.

This exceeded all her expectations.

She remained rooted in place, surrounded by a crowd that whispered and pointed, clearly enjoying her downfall.

Jason's brows furrowed, taken aback by Ruby's callousness.

He struggled to find his voice.

Beside him, Anthony exhaled slowly, his tone grave.

"Sir, I think we may have invited trouble."

Jason turned to him, bewildered. "What kind of trouble?"

"If we don't manage this situation with Ms. Silva properly, the Nevilles could face serious repercussions."

Jason's demeanor hardened. "Mr. Anthony, that's absurd! The Nevilles stand at the pinnacle of the martial families. Who would dare challenge us?"

Anthony shook his head and leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "The man who purchased the Eternal Moonlit necklace, Mr. Ramsey ... He is not someone the Nevilles can afford to antagonize." "And yet here you are, supporting Ruby in her attempt to humiliate Ms. Silva. This escalation won't end well for us."

Jason felt a chill run down his spine.

He recalled his grandfather Tristan's warning before his departure for Harmonfield: if he ever encountered Mr. Ramsey, he was to avoid provoking him at all costs.

Jason had never fully grasped the significance of Robin's

cautions had not registered deeply with

eyes, the Nevilles were invincible,

could ever

his old age, or he had simply been protective, anxious about Jason's first real foray into the

if he had unwittingly stepped

day, he would lead the Nevilles, and he

can this Robin do? If he dares challenge us,

those who had truly faced Robin understood the

name Divine Drakebane resonated with a significance

wasn't merely a title; it was earned through bloodshed and

years past, countless elite assassins and top sects had thought they could take

than remnants,

the ruin of

that day

him; he was a relentless force,

no chance

please don't act rashly!" Anthony pleaded. "If you persist

once. Apologize and rein in Ruby before things spiral further out of

am the future head of the Nevilles. I

hall, capturing the

He had hoped to reason with Jason, but the young man was already marching

tone dripping with

he were a

his head in dismay; he had missed the chance to

being a Neville grants

ignited at her

had never before experienced such blatant contempt

dare you speak to Mr. Neville like

dare you insult me

landing a sharp slap on Vera's cheek that reverberated throughout the hall. "Today, I will not only destroy this necklace, but I

shouted, pointing at a group of senior disciples from the Brookhaven Martial Alliance. "Strip this wretched girl of her clothing in

echoed through the

What is Ruby thinking?

the Brookhaven Martial Alliance stood frozen, their expressions

an agonizing pause, they approached

sighed heavily, stepping protectively in front of

doing?" He asked, urgency creeping into his

furious look. "Mr. Anthony, get out of my way. This doesn't concern

still simmering over

Anthony aside. "This is a matter for Ms. Quinn. Mind your own

the four senior disciples reached for Vera's flowing dress at Ruby's command, a

"Stop!"

sliced through the tense air, flooding the hall with an intense brightness as sunlight poured in through the

radiant light,

his coat billowing around him as he

frozen, disbelief etched on her

when everything seemed lost, Robin had arrived like a

streamed down her cheeks, blending relief

so you're the hero who comes

blinked, momentarily thrown off

"If

you

think

in his smile.. He

her to Daphne

overwhelming emotion, and

Rita,

come

as he sent the four disciples crashing back, his movements sharp and

his voice low and unforgiving. "Give me an explanation, or