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."

***

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

grandfather's cautions had not registered deeply with

his eyes, the Nevilles were invincible,

could ever

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

had

the Nevilles, and he had no intention

being overly cautious. What can this Robin do? If he dares challenge us, we'll crush him!" Anthony's mouth fell

who had truly faced Robin

name Divine Drakebane resonated with a significance that few

title; it was earned through

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

more than remnants, scattered in the aftermath of his

ruin of the Phoenix

horror of that

Drakebane was to underestimate him;

no chance

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

in Ruby

the future head of

echoed throughout the hall, capturing the attention of everyone

had hoped to reason with Jason, but

Silva," he called out, his tone dripping with condescension, "this unfortunate event speaks volumes

though he were a judge, condemning Vera for her

could only shake his head in dismay; he had missed the

a Neville grants you

ignited

before experienced such blatant contempt

surveyed the unfolding drama with a smirk. "Ms. Silva, I truly don't know what to say. How dare you speak to Mr.

dare you insult

Vera's cheek that reverberated throughout the hall. "Today, I

a group of senior disciples from the Brookhaven Martial Alliance. "Strip this wretched girl of her clothing in front

collective gasp echoed

What is Ruby thinking?

stood frozen, their expressions a mix of

an agonizing pause, they approached Vera, compelled by

heavily, stepping protectively

earth are you doing?" He asked, urgency creeping into his

get out of my

still simmering over Vera's

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

reached for Vera's flowing dress at Ruby's command, a powerful voice thundered

"Stop!"

the hall with an intense brightness as sunlight poured in

that radiant light,

his coat billowing around him as he draped

frozen, disbelief etched

when everything seemed lost, Robin had

her cheeks,

"Robin, so you're the

off

"If

you

to think that,

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

to Daphne

overwhelming emotion, and

Rita,

had come alongside

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

low and unforgiving. "Give me an