The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 384 A Ride through New Perspectives

Chapter 334 A Ride through New Perspectives

Riding on the back of Robin's bike, Shirley felt as radiant as a flower in full bloom.

Every familiar scene that passed by suddenly seemed fresh and new.

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Every breeze that brushed by, tree along the road, dragonfly dancing in the sunset, and fleeting face felt like a first encounter with life.

Everything was joyful; everything was beautiful.

This was a feeling Shirley had never known before.

At that moment, she didn't want to think about anything or do anything.

All she wanted was to rest quietly against this man's back.

To feel the wind, the distant hum of voices, the honking of cars, and the soft buzz of summer insects.

Riding through the warm evening breeze, bathed in golden sunset, weaving through the bustling crowd. She was completely captivated by this feeling. It was simple, honest, and utterly intoxicating. Watching butterflies and dragonflies flit past, admiring the streaks of light and dust drifting aimlessly in the evening sun, she realized her long-numb heart was finally starting to come alive. Her routine life and dull work grew more vibrant and meaningful.

For over 20 years, she had never stopped to notice how much joy there could be in the world.

Since childhood, she had followed her grandfather and father, devoting every day to the family's rise and honor, with hardly any excitement or pleasure outside of that.

entourage of

only left

from such overwhelming responsibilities. But such thoughts could only ever be dreams. Life

often than

Rosalie invited her, she eagerly accepted. She looked forward to tonight's banquet, to sit with someone like Rosalie's mother, a warm, ordinary person, and have a genuine conversation unclouded

what a more grounded, peaceful life might be like beyond

she

a loving mother and to live a life without constant

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gathering tonight.

president of the Dunn Group, she had never attended a single party at the home of any

only person she felt close enough to chat with freely was her assistant, Amber: But

figure. Shirley had lost her mother very young. growing up surrounded by her family's stern, mountain-like men, whose atmosphere was always solemn.

her to dinner at her

voice snapped her out of her daydreams and back to

bike so skillfully, Shirley sighed with admiration. "Amber, I really

Ms. Dunn. It's just that you

of billions in capital, hardly something just anyone

just an ordinary person, so these small things are all I have," Amber replied

know

aunt's family will be there, along with a few of her uncle's colleagues," Amber explained. "Her uncle