The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 915 Just Messing with This Idi*t

At the Scentialand Foreign Affairs Liaison Office, the diplomatic attaché quickly stepped in to manage the situation, coordinating with the staff from the organizing committee.

The liaison officer from Scentialand, visibly irritated, snapped, "Let me make one thing clear! Mona, the captain of the Poison Poppy Special Forces, doesn't have shoes because-"

"Enough! No need for explanations," the organizing committee staff cut them off, refusing to engage in further discussion.

"What happened outside the conference hall is not our concern. We won't interfere.

"All you need to do now is either leave or tidy up and enter with your invitation. You have ten minutes. Stop wasting time."

The Scentialand representatives knew they had no real bargaining power with the committee, especially with the Thalrex Order involved in the military competition.

If they didn't get Mona sorted out quickly, they'd be barred from entering.

They hastily sent someone to buy her a pair of shoes at a nearby mall, tidied her up, and only then were they allowed to enter and take their seats.

Once inside, Mona's attitude softened. Her earlier attempts to show off had blown up in her face. She had hoped Pierre would come to her rescue, but he faltered at the most critical moment. She stole a glance at Robin, her mind racing.

This was the first time she had miscalculated in front of a man!

The room was unusually silent.

Apart from the Weronnia diplomatic attaché grumbling to the organizing committee, no one else dared speak up.

The committee had intended to mediate, but after witnessing what Robin did, no one dared stir things up.

After all, Robin had powerful backing.

Behind him stood a true force, a lion who was usually calm, but once his boundaries were crossed, his fury could shake the heavens, instilling fear in all.

Jethro, as team leader, had already made it clear to the committee: This matter was not up for negotiation.

Such a strong stance was rare, and the committee staff, already nervous, dared not show any sign of disrespect.

Ten minutes later, Cyril Higgins, the Special Envoy from the Thalrex Order, entered the hall with two assistants.

The room was still silent, and Weronnia was still ranting.

Cyril raised an eyebrow. "What's going on here?"

table, shouting, "Mr. Higgins,

Cyril's expression darkened.

was his first time attending as the highest-ranking

look at the Weronnia attaché. "Stand up and speak. No need for any groveling! What's

of laughter erupted from

glanced around. "What's so funny? Do

was silent as all eyes were

yelled, "Mr. Higgins, we ... we were

you?"

purpose here is equality for

you to grovel. That kind of inequality doesn't exist here. Unless, of course, you wanted to grovel," Cyril responded sharply. Suddenly,

This woman

Abner bellowed, "What's so

tried to bully others and ended

this woman

trying to keep his composure.

freak, you're no better!" Abner raged, barely holding himself back from jumping up to

condition is less humiliating than your

... "Abner's face turned red with fury. "You're just a worn-out

unable to tolerate the

leapt to her feet and crossed the room, closing the

loud slap rang out as her hand struck

only then that Abner realized the mistake he'd

cunning? Everyone knew she had ties to some of the most powerful figures

you could find yourself dead before

stood stunned, but none of them

with this woman's

wisely chose to stay neutral

Cyril snapped, his

assistants quickly stepped forward, blocking Mona's path.

flashed a seductive grin. "Mr. Higgins, hello. I was just messing with this

a thrill

by lightning under her gaze, a chill running down

not the time for such

his throat. "Did

head. "I'm