The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

The Deadly Assassin Robin

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Chapter 1035 My Uncle Is the Deputy Director of the Inspection Bureau

Brighton Private Club was nestled at the foot of Amber Mountain, on the northwestern outskirts of the city. This luxurious retreat belonged to the Fields, a wealthy family in Brighton. Membership was reserved for those with a net worth of at least a billion.

However, profit wasn't the club's purpose. The Fields had built it as a hub, a private sanctuary where connections were forged and relationships maintained among Brighton's elite.

At precisely 4:30 PM, Zayn, Michelle, and Melissa sat in Oasis Pavilion No. 1, a high-end cafe on the second floor of the clubhouse.

A beautiful and graceful tea artist sat across from them, her delicate fingers moving with practiced ease. She cleansed her hands, boiled the water, warmed the cups, and prepared the tea leaves with an almost hypnotic precision. Each step such as rinsing the tea, pouring the first brew, awakening the fragrance, sealing the pot, dividing the liquor, flowed seamlessly like a timeless ritual passed down through centuries.

As the soothing aroma of the freshly brewed tea filled the air, it felt as though time itself had blurred, spanning across a thousand years, connecting the past and present in that single fleeting moment. Michelle set down her teacup. Her dazed dreamy eyes slowly fluttering open.

"This is simply divine!" she murmured.

Then, with a playful sigh, she glanced at Melissa. "Melissa, every time I come here for tea, it's like I'm floating. I swear, I could get drunk on this alone."

Melissa chuckled. "Then why don't you bring Mr. Zayn here every day?" As she spoke, her gaze flickered toward Zayn, who had been sitting in brooding silence the entire time. A deep frown lined his face. - Lowering her voice, she leaned toward Michelle and asked, "Michelle, what's wrong with Zayn? He's been

sulking since he got here."

At the mention of his name, Michelle's expression turned frosty in an instant. "It's because of that d*mn Robin. Before he showed up, Zayn was the undisputed golden boy of Brighton's elite. The darling of high society, the pride of our generation. 'Brighton's Number One Bachelor', 'The Modern-Day Young General', all those fancy titles, all that admiration was all his.

Robin came along, everything changed. The old folks, the nobles and the aristocrats, even the Royal Houses, suddenly only have eyes for him. As if

"And now, to top it all off, that guy led a team to the international martial tournament and stole the entire spotlight. Can you believe it? The luck on that bast*rd! He just waltzed in and took the championship like

strings with the international committee, making sure

The winners are chosen in rotation. So, each team gets their turn at the championship. This time, it just so

taken the win. Robin is nothing but a sneaky, attention-hungry show-off. Just thinking

Mon, 17

Uncle Is the Deputy Director of the

She's practically drooling over Robin while putting down her own brother. If Zayn hadn't stopped me, I would've given that Robin

Why would I be upset just because

to you! You're talented, comes from

sighed. "What's

down with a sharp thud. "Sometimes, being too humble is a mistake. I've always kept a low profile, never one to flaunt. But Robin? That guy is calculated, always making sure he steals the spotlight when it matters most. Hmph. Those old fools will

gaze. "I still remember

fist. "I've never been humiliated like that in my entire life! One

your uncle has been promoted

said it's only a matter of time before Uncle Eugene gets promoted to become the director of the bureau. The higher-ups have already decided. His current position is

Director of the Inspection Bureau is about to retire. Your uncle will be promoted soon. The Fields will finally have someone powerful backing them. Zayn also said that

I want to ask you. I remember you mentioning that Robin has

interesting rumor. Joanna was awarded

"I think Catherine mentioned it once. That scholarship was some kind

cares," Melissa smirked, lowering her voice. "We can use this to stir up trouble. Give that Robin a lesson and show him that Brighton's elite aren't people he can

lit up with intrigue. "How do you

scholarship as an excuse to launch an investigation. I'll have my uncle issue an order to