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.

grasped the significance of

not registered deeply

the Nevilles were invincible,

ever threaten their

cautious in his old age, or he had simply

what if he had unwittingly

lead the Nevilles, and he

this Robin do? If he dares challenge us, we'll

faced Robin understood the depths of his

name Divine Drakebane resonated with a significance that

a title; it was earned through bloodshed and

past, countless elite assassins and top sects had thought

nothing more than remnants, scattered in the aftermath

the ruin

horror of that

label Robin as Divine Drakebane was to underestimate him; he was a relentless

chance against such an

"If you persist in this manner, you could bring disaster

rein in Ruby before things

Anthony, are you telling me to cower? I am the future head of the Nevilles. I will not

the hall,

aback. He had hoped to reason with Jason, but the young

tone dripping with

he were a judge, condemning Vera for her

in dismay; he had missed the chance to

scornful laugh. "You think being a Neville

anger ignited

never before experienced such blatant contempt

"Ms. Silva, I truly don't know what to say. How dare you speak to Mr. Neville like that? You're just a thankless little brat!" Vera's fury ignited. "Ruby, you and he are nothing but

you insult me and

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

at a group of senior disciples from the Brookhaven Martial Alliance. "Strip this wretched girl

gasp echoed through the

What is Ruby thinking?

stood frozen, their expressions a mix of shock

an agonizing pause, they approached Vera,

sighed heavily, stepping protectively in front

are you doing?"

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

simmering

shoved Anthony aside. "This is a matter for Ms. Quinn.

for Vera's flowing dress at Ruby's command, a

"Stop!"

through the tense air, flooding the hall with an intense

radiant light, a figure

billowing around him

stood frozen, disbelief etched

Robin had arrived like a beacon of

streamed down her cheeks, blending relief with

tightly, whispering, "Robin, so you're the hero

thrown off

"If

you

to think

he replied, a hint of amusement in his smile.. He

to Daphne

overwhelming emotion, and

Rita,

had come

four disciples crashing back, his movements sharp

me an explanation, or Brookhaven Martial Alliance won't have walls left