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.

attitude earlier-everything I said was for the

Pryce, there's

too low in the ranks to speak on your behalf

have to handle

upset with Mr. Ramsey earlier, so I thought maybe you're

but this

and do another. I

remembering Robin's retreat

you still mad about what happened yesterday? "Anyway, I've got some solid

now control the

Trix blinked in disbelief. "No way! How could Robin have

to kill Asher, why would he run

to

"Mr.

Nothing more to

try to

learn from them,

next, your duties on Qacalisle

...

the convoy arrived at the Qacalisle International

delegates made

they neared, whispers spread through the group of journalists waiting for

at Robin's

Robin? The one who supposedly fled from Asher, the Cattells' eldest son, yesterday?" "Wow, look at him-handsome and charming, but turns out

surprising, though. The Cattells are under the Aldridges. Who would want to cross

Asher after his trouble on the island. Looks like

as she overheard the gossip. She glared at Robin's retreating figure. "What

forward, blocking

men from Ugosea, South Agracia, and Fricana. They wore mocking expressions as

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

of the

wanted to say,

mission?"

How could a mercenary like you retreat in

his

he really just dismiss Pierre, known