The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

The Deadly Assassin Robin-

Chapter 997 The Emberleaf Fan Should Be Returned to You

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Simone’s voice, though not loud, shattered the calm of the Island Restaurant, drawing attention with its sharp tone.

Bored tourists, who had been minding their own business, started to take notice of her incessant chatter about the arranged marriage.

Their eyes quickly shifted to the striking man sitting across from her. He seemed to command the room without even trying–with a face that could only be described as chiseled, a powerful yet elegant build, and an undeniable aura of sophistication that made him seem otherworldly.

His eyes, deep and magnetic, seemed to contain the secrets of the cosmos–the stars, the oceans, and even the very heavens themselves. He wasn’t just any man; he exuded an almost divine presence, as if he were a celestial being, one that even the gods themselves might bow down to.

So how could this woman, sitting before him, speak so dismissively? To treat such a captivating man as if he were nothing but a naive fool, chasing unattainable dreams? If anyone was out of place here, it was her.

Several powerful and wealthy women in the restaurant exchanged looks, clearly ready to act.

They were waiting for Simone to make another misstep, and if she did, they would use their influence to ensure she paid for it.

“You’ve got the wrong person,” Robin finally said, his eyes lifting from his phone to address her.

“Are you actually brushing me off?” Simone froze, caught off guard by his indifferent tone.

She had expected him to jump up, clear the table, and eagerly stand at her side, ready to comply with her every whim. But that’s not what was happening.

Her temper flared. Gripping her water glass, she slammed it onto the table, causing it to rattle violently.

Robin raised an eyebrow. “I’ll say it one more time. You’ve mistaken me for someone else. Leave. Now.”

Simone narrowed her eyes, sizing him up before a sly smile spread across her face. “Haha. I see. You’re embarrassed now, aren’t you? Or is it my beauty and my family background that has you tongue–tied?

“My father mentioned you had some accomplishments from your time at Hawklore,” she continued, leaning in with a playful gleam in her eyes. “Although your background might not be the most prestigious, my father doesn’t mind that.”

even closer. “He says you’re talented, and that you’ve gained recognition from the

me like a queen,

father has been in powerful positions for years. Our family’s wealth is beyond measure. To put it simply, our overseas accounts alone

How about you get on your knees and put it

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Without a word, he motioned for

staff, accompanied by two security guards, arrived. “Miss, please, keep the noise down and respect the other

all be out of jobs. Don’t

gleamed with malice. “I know plenty of ways to handle people like you. Maybe tomorrow, the whole world will read about your scandal–maybe something about drugs, or a

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trying to defuse

snapped. “Do you really think I can’t buy this entire place with a single phone call?

on your knees

guards moved in, prepared to

moment, bodyguards from the Morales family entered, pushing the restaurant staff

pointed toward the bodyguards, her voice cold and commanding. “Buy this restaurant right now. Fire

about buying my restaurant?” a calm voice called from the doorway. Luella entered, her gaze coolly assessing Simone. “Oh? You’ve got the money to back up those words?

gave her a dismissive look, taking in her modest appearance. “You own this place? Fine. How

Pay up, and you can have it. You can fire anyone you want.”

trillion?” Simone’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’ve

can’t back it up with actual money. If Mr. Ramsey were like you, he’d

but the moment she saw ten well–built bodyguards, armed and poised to

in international waters, far beyond Draconia’s reach. These men could end –her life

Simone glared at Robin. “You’ve wasted my time, and now I’m beyond angry!” she shouted.

on and apologize, or I’ll make sure my father hears

Ask your dad who I really am