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.

watched as Luella, flanked by four guards, made her way

didn't understand why Luella's guards shoved Pierre

still trying to make sense of the situation, quickly turned

a glimpse

shoved his way through the crowd and finally 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

guards quickly positioned

they ordered

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

if realizing

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

him, climbing the stairs toward Robin, who was waiting

tense stillness of the room, leaving everyone in

and bewildered expressions on their faces. But she didn't care. Her focus

into his

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 the beauty of the scene

in

became clear to him now-Luella's heart

eyes, glimmering with affection. Luellaz was breathtaking. The white gown she wore, perfectly

as though she were bathed

Robin, and in a moment of vulnerability, she

you, it feels like every moment of my life

affection, resonated deeply, stirring

Luella, the heir to one of the wealthiest families in

she seemed less like an untouchable heiress and more like a delicate woman completely enveloped in the

trembled slightly as she snuggled

speechless, utterly stunned by

proud, distant Luella, but instead, they saw a woman filled with

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

holding up the bet contract and pushing through

before flashing a sly grin. "Mr. Ramsey, you forgot something," Cyril