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?"

the table, shouting, "Mr.

Cyril's expression darkened.

the Thalrex Order had worked with the International Military Skills Competition. But this was his first time attending as the highest-ranking Special Envoy, overseeing the meeting. Are the delegates trying to show him, the

up and speak. No need for any groveling! What's the issue? Stand up and say

laughter erupted

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

all eyes were on the

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

forced you?" Cyril asked,

purpose here is equality for all

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

eyes widened. This

he could enjoy the moment, Abner bellowed, "What's so

others and ended up failing. It's hilarious. Hahaha..." Her laughter had a hypnotic quality sending waves

this woman is

keep his

barely holding himself back from jumping up to choke

humiliating than your lousy shoes that got thrown

red with fury. "You're just a worn-out

Mona shot back, unable to tolerate the insult any

feet and crossed the room, closing the distance between

slap rang out as her hand

that Abner

Poppy Queen, a woman known for being both ruthless and cunning? Everyone knew she had ties to some of

yourself dead before you

Weronnia representatives stood stunned, but none of them dared

this woman's dangerous game for the sake of a team's

chose to

snapped,

blocking Mona's path. "Stop your provocation

seductive grin.

a thrill

been struck by lightning under her gaze, a chill running

this was not the

throat. "Did you force them

head. "I'm