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, I want to file

Cyril's expression darkened.

that the Thalrex Order had worked with the International Military Skills Competition. But this was his first time

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

burst of laughter erupted

around. "What's so funny? Do my words

all eyes were

Weronnia attaché, furious, yelled, "Mr. Higgins, we

forced you?" Cyril

here is equality for all regions

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

widened. This woman

could enjoy the moment, Abner bellowed,

echoed through the hall. "I'm just laughing at people who tried to bully others and ended up failing. It's hilarious. Hahaha..." Her laughter had a hypnotic quality sending waves of amusement

this woman

a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. Her charm was

raged, barely holding himself

humiliating than your

with fury. "You're just

back, unable

to her feet and crossed

rang out as

that Abner realized the mistake he'd

both ruthless and cunning? Everyone knew she had ties to some of the most powerful figures in the world-both

could find yourself dead before you even knew

stood stunned, but none of them

woman's dangerous game for the

chose

Cyril snapped, his

blocking Mona's

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

sent a

if he'd been struck by lightning under her gaze, a chill running down

not the time for such distractions. But

his throat. "Did you force

her head.