The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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Melissa laughed, the sound sharp and almost frantic.

"This has got to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" She shook her head in disbelief.

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"This is Mr. Zayn McKay, heir to the Westeria Residence. Of course he has the guts to destroy you!"

Robin gave her a cold, almost bored smile. "Mr. McKay, she's talking to you."

Zayn's face turned bright red. He opened his mouth, le nothing came out.

In that moment, all he could think about was slapping Melissa across the face.

Why did she have to pick Robin of all people to mess with? Robin, who seemed totally unbothered by everything.

"Mr. McKay, with all your wealth and power, surely you aren't worried about killing him." Melissa looked at Robin like he was an ignorant fool.

Did he honestly think he could talk like that? Did he not understand who Zayn McKay was?

In Brighton, everyone knew Zayn. He was the charming, untouchable heir to the McKay family.

He didn't need to do anything. A single word from him, and his enemies were erased from existence.

But instead of seeing Zayn step up and put Robin in his place, Melissa saw him standing there, frozen, his face twisted in confusion, unsure of how to respond. "Mr. McKay, what's happening? You've got to help me get back at them!"

"Michelle, tell him something!"

Michelle's lips were pressed tight, her head shaking with determination.

Zayn exhaled deeply, his face tense. "Melissa, let's put an end to this. You should apologize to Mr. Ramsey. I'm sure, with his character, he'll let it go."

"What? You want me to say sorry to him?" Melissa's eyes widened. She turned to Michelle, her voice filled- with disbelief.

Michelle nodded slowly, her face full of concern. "Melissa, just listen to Zayn-It's not too late to walk away from this...

Melissa blinked, still in shock. "Wait, what?"

Zayn, heir to Westeria Residence, and Michelle, from the most powerful family in Brighton-both of them were telling her to back down.

Instead of standing up for her, they wanted her to apologize.

Was something wrong with them? Had they just had a drink? Were they still dazed?

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of it, a

followed by a staff

bowed slightly, his tone respectful. "Mr. McKay, Ms Kendall, Ms. Field, I apologize on behalf of the

his voice sharp. "Don't get us

chuckled awkwardly. "Ah, right, Mr. McKay. Please, take a seat. I'll sort this

anyone could react, tears welled in her eyes. "You're the lobby manager?" she demanded, her

nodded and smiled. "Yes, Ms. Field. I'm Samson Beeswax, the

a cautious step forward. "I just found out about this. I'm truly sorry you've had to go through all this. Please, take a moment to sit down. I'll make sure everything's handled

anger flared. She pointed a shaking finger at Robin. "This jerk hit me! If you don't give me a real answer. I'll have our

smile didn't falter, though his eyes darted nervously. "Ms. Field, please don't be upset Cafe Lake Dragonia has a policy. Anyone who causes trouble here... well, let's just say the punishment is severe. For small issues, we break arms and legs. For bigger

a reassuring look. "Don't worry, Ms. Field. make sure this

Together, they walked toward Robin. "Did you hit Miss Melissa?" Samson asked, his

didn't say a

snapped. "Are you deaf, or are you

message on his phone. He barely

Beeswax. He's from Sakurania. Adopted by a farmer at the age of three after coming to Draconia. He went to Brighton University and joined Cafe Lake Dragonia after graduating ten years ago." Robin finished reading the text, then looked up, his

I be talking to? Apologize to Ms. Field. right

face urireadable. "You don't

collapsed to

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shock. Her mouth fell open as

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just tell you to kneel? And you actually did it? You're pathetic! If you can't handle this, I'll have our butler come and deal

let out a deep sigh. "Melissa, you need to let this go. If you

didn't understand why he was saying this, but the way she'd been treated today-nothing like she'd ever experienced-was enough to drive her

didn't act now, she'd probably

phone, ready

From the entrance of the second-floor

guards pushed through

behind them, a tall figure emerged. A man with a thick beard and

looked to be in his fifties, his body strong,

the owner of Cafe Lake

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of the Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul, a name known far and wide across Dragon

in a grim

second-floor lobby

This b*stard

then placed two quick,

tension melt away and