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.

Cyril's expression darkened.

this was his first time attending as the highest-ranking Special Envoy, overseeing

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

laughter erupted from

so funny? Do my words amuse

as all eyes were on

"Mr. Higgins, we ... we were forced to

forced you?" Cyril

equality for

here. Unless, of course, you wanted to grovel," Cyril responded sharply. Suddenly, Mona from Scentialand laughed loudly, her voice cutting through

This woman

moment, Abner

others and ended up

woman

a deep breath, trying to keep his composure.

better!" Abner raged, barely holding himself back from jumping up to choke

less humiliating than your

red with fury. "You're

you!" Mona shot back, unable to tolerate the

to her feet and crossed the room, closing

rang out as her hand struck Abner's

then that Abner realized the mistake he'd just

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

her, and you could find yourself dead before you even knew

but none

this woman's dangerous game

chose to stay neutral and

Cyril snapped, his

stepped forward, blocking

her disheveled hair over her shoulder and flashed a seductive grin. "Mr. Higgins, hello. I was just messing with this

captivating charm sent a thrill through the

struck by lightning under her gaze, a chill running down

not the

cleared his throat. "Did you force

her head.