The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 920 What Gives You the Right to Challenge Mr Ramsey?

Pierre felt as though he had wings as he sprinted, his feet barely touching the ground. It was as if the sky was endless, and the wind carried him forward with the freedom of a bird in flight.

The sky above was dotted with soft, drifting clouds, while birds swooped across the horizon. The warmth of the autumn sun bathed everything in a rich, golden light. For a moment, Pierre felt invincible, like he could conquer the world-like a god with endless power. His eyes locked onto Luella, gliding gracefully toward him. She moved like a swan, her face glowing with excitement and a tender longing, the kind only a lover could express.

Pierre could feel it-there was something in her expression, a deep longing, the kind of emotion a person feels when anticipating the return of someone they care deeply about.

He believed that two years ago, during their first encounter, Luella had truly fallen for him.

The thought filled Pierre with a rush of happiness, a reminder of how much he meant to her. No wonder Felix had pushed him to retire from his position and come to the Aldridge estate to serve as her personal bodyguard and captain.

"Luella, my love!" Pierre called out, waving enthusiastically as he approached.

His movements drew the attention of everyone nearby.

Luella noticed him, but something was off.

She had no recollection of him at all.

Confused, she watched as Pierre rushed toward her, calling her name.

She had no idea what he was doing.

"Who is this fool?" she asked one of her guards, her voice cold. "Get rid of him, now!"

Pierre, already close to her, was taken aback.

The crowd, which had been eagerly watching the scene unfold, now held their breath, expecting Luella to rush into Pierre's arms in a moment of pure, romantic bliss.

But instead, things took an unexpected turn.

"Move!" a guard barked, pushing Pierre aside.

Pierre stood there, utterly lost, watching as Luella continued to move forward with an air of grace and purpose. His mind struggled to process what was happening.

confused, watched as Luella, flanked by four guards, made her way toward the

understand why Luella's

to make sense of the situation,

closer. The room buzzed with excitement as everyone tried to catch a glimpse of the world's

caught up to Luella. "Luella, it's me, Pierre! Don't you remember me?" he cried out, desperation creeping into his voice. She glanced at him with a hint of annoyance before responding with cold indifference, "Yeah, I know you're Pierre.

quickly positioned themselves between

back!" they

disbelief. "Luella, aren't you here to pick me

furrowed her brow, as if realizing

she scoffed. "No, I'm here to pick Mr.

past him, climbing the stairs toward Robin,

of

crowd, noticing the curious and bewildered expressions on their faces. But she

now was run into his arms

this custom long dress made just for you!" she said, her face lighting up with excitement as she spun around in front of him. "Do you think it looks good?" The crowd, watching in awe, was taken aback by

in place, was

to him now-Luella's heart belonged

breathtaking. The white gown she wore, perfectly hugging her elegant form, made her

spun, the gown shimmered, its value clearly beyond measure. It looked as though she were bathed in a soft, radiant light

and in a moment of vulnerability, she rushed

softly. "Every time I see you, it feels like every moment of my life finally

words, filled with pure affection, resonated deeply, stirring envy among the

this really Luella, the heir to one of the

an untouchable heiress and more like a delicate woman completely enveloped in the warmth

as she snuggled against

utterly stunned

saw a

said with a smile. "Let's go. We can talk

up the bet contract and pushing through the

looking confused, before flashing a sly grin. "Mr.