The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 909 Why's That Guy Groveling?

Jackson couldn't believe what Jethro was saying.

Robin, just 20 years old, has somehow earned the respect of someone as powerful as Lord Quintana? That's almost unbelievable. Is Jethro lying to me?

"I'm out of here!" Jethro called, stepping aside as he made his way toward the vehicle reserved for the Duskhaven Hotel.

Once inside, Jethro lowered the window.

As Jackson quickly approached, Jethro added, "Oh, Mr. Pryce, I almost forgot to tell you something.

"After this meeting wraps up, your work on Qacalisle Island will be reassigned. Tomorrow, a new diplomatic officer will take over your responsibilities here."

He paused, then added with weight, "Your career as a foreign affairs liaison is officially over."

Jackson's stomach churned with shock.

He had never expected something like this to happen.

Jethro wasn't the type to joke about such things.

But after working as a liaison for 20 years, could it really all come to an end because of some small matter involving Robin? "General Quintana, General Quintana, please help me! At least tell me what I did wrong!" Jackson called out, chasing the car.

Jethro waved him off nonchalantly. "That's something you'll have to talk to with your superior."

Jackson stood frozen, staring at the slowly moving convoy.

Anton walked over and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Come on, finish up what you need to do, and head home."

Jackson's mind raced. Jethro is telling the truth.

Looking at the convoy's arrangement, it's clear that Robin holds the highest position here.

How have I missed that?

Someone who could make Jethro, Lord Quintana's son, show this much respect... That person had to be of the highest rank, someone with immense power and confidentiality. Jackson cursed himself for not realizing sooner.

He quickly stopped Trix and Zayden from getting in their car.

"Wait! I need you to pass a message to Mr. Ramsey. Tell him I need to speak with him privately.

about my attitude earlier-everything I said was for

off. "Mr. Pryce, there's nothing we can

ranks to

to handle

so I thought maybe you're closer to him.

Mr. Pryce, but this is on

one way and do another. I

froze, suddenly remembering Robin's retreat the day

what happened yesterday? "Anyway, I've got some solid info. Asher's dead, and Mateo's

control the Cattells'

"No way!

the guts to kill

has to be a

"Mr. Pryce,

done. Nothing more to

the harder you try to undo something, the

accept things, learn from them, and

starting. Whatever happens next, your duties on Qacalisle Island still

...

later, the convoy arrived at the Qacalisle International Convention Center parking

Jethro, and the Draconia delegates made their

neared, whispers spread through the

at

supposedly fled from Asher, the Cattells' eldest son, yesterday?" "Wow, look

the Aldridges. Who would want to

the grapevine that the Aldridges handled Asher after his trouble on the island. Looks like the story's more complicated than we

overheard the gossip. She

stepped forward,

from Ugosea, South Agracia, and Fricana.

from Asher yesterday, right?" A tall, handsome man with an

of the

I just wanted

mission?"

could a mercenary like you retreat in

respond, his voice

just dismiss Pierre,