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.

I said was for the

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

low in the ranks to speak on your behalf to Mr.

have to handle this

I saw you get upset with Mr. Ramsey earlier, so I thought maybe you're closer to him. Could you help me out?" Trix

Pryce, but

talk one way and do another. I can't stand

remembering Robin's retreat the

Naillon, are you still mad about what happened yesterday? "Anyway, I've

now control the

"No way!

he had the guts to kill Asher, why

to be

shrugged. "Mr. Pryce,

Nothing more to

you try to undo something, the

to accept things, learn from

duties

...

minutes later, the convoy arrived at the Qacalisle International Convention

delegates made

whispers spread through the group of journalists waiting for an

at Robin's

Cattells' eldest son, yesterday?" "Wow,

Cattells are under the Aldridges. Who would want

the grapevine that the Aldridges handled Asher after his trouble on the island.

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

stepped forward, blocking Robin's path at

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

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

Captain of the Sea

just wanted to

mission?"

How could a mercenary like you retreat in the middle

respond, his voice icy.

just dismiss Pierre, known as the King