The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 195 Chapter 195 Violet Private Club As soon as Robin arrived at his office, he got a call from Leonardo.

Apparently, Leonardo was planning to cto Harmonfield this weekend to personally apologize for Ivy's offenses toward Robin. Robin didn't object.

He didn't feel the need to offer any opinion on the Dickers' attempt to make amends.

In his world, there was no such thing as forgiveness without consequences.

Mistakes require payment.

After playing a quick round of games, Robin's phone started buzzing cheerfully again. It was Vera calling.

Seeing her bright, smiling face in the Whatprofile photo made his headache worse. She's probably calling about the shoes. This woman never seems to let things go.

He slipped on his headset, deciding to ignore the call.

But Vera was relentless, redialing over and over again.

Her Whatprofile picture kept flashing on his screen, smiling at him with that goofy look.

From the looks of it, she wouldn't stop until he picked up.

Robin narrowed his eyes at her photo, muttering, "Vera, you're a menace! A total menace. Ha! Absolute troublemaker, through and through..." This was oddly satisfying.

Muttering to himself made him feel surprisingly better.

Finally, he gave in and tapped to answer the video call, curious to see her reaction after his little private venting session.

"Did you just sneeze?" Before she could say anything, Robin immediately asked.

"Maybe he really does care about me," she thought, grinning to herself.

Quickly pulling out a tissue, she pretended to sniffle, putting on a slightly pitiful expression. "Yeah, a little ..." Robin studied her through the video, murmuring to himself. "Huh... maybe there's something to it. They say if someone's talking about you, you'll sneeze or feel your ears burn ..." He leaned closer to the screen, saying, "Hold on-letcheck. Are your ears red?" "What?" Vera blinked, surprised. "You want to see my ears?" Does he have a thing for ears and necks? What is he even thinking? Her heart began to race, and a warm blush spread across her cheeks.

Robin tilted his head, squinting at her through the camera. Sure enough, her ears looked red, and he chuckled, muttering to himself, "Well, what do you know? Guess it really does work." "Uh... what are you mumbling about?" Vera asked, bewildered.

Without thinking, Robin answered, "Oh, I was just testing something. I cursed you a bit earlier to see if you'd start sneezing or if your ears would get hot." Vera froze, realizing what he'd said.

What a jerk! She'd thought he opened the video call to check in on her, maybe even show a bit of warmth and for a moment, she'd actually felt touched.

But no, it was all because he'd been cursing her to test a theory.

"Robin! You jerk!" Vera roared into the phone.

Her shout was loud enough to make him jump back, eyes wide as he realized his slip-up.

As Robin glanced at Vera's annoyed expression on the other end of the call, he sighed and said, "If you're not going to tellwhy you called, I'm hanging up ... Vera finally stopped yelling.

"Alright, go ahead. What's this about? I'm very busy, you know." Robin intentionally panned his camera around his desk, showing off his "work" setup.

Vera's furious expression melted instantly into a bright smile. "I have good news! Today, wearing those shoes you bought me, I've practically beca fashion icon at Silva Group. "Several of the execs have been sneaking around, asking where they can buy a pair just like these." She continued, "By the way, Robin, I actually forgot which street you bought these on. Do you remember?" This woman's mood changes way too fast.

One second she's a lion roaring at me, and the next, she's like a giddy schoolgirl.

Ten-dollar shoes have becthe hottest trend at Silva Group, huh? And the execs are all asking about them? "I'm not sure about the exact street, but I do remember the shop owner saying they'd been sitting in storage for years with no one buying them-only one pair left," Robin replied. "So I doubt your high-powered executives are going to get their hands on any." "Limited edition? Perfect! Now I don't have to worry," Vera laughed over the phone.

"Robin, lettell you! These shoes are honestly my favorite pair I've ever worn!" Robin's mouth twitched. "Then, by all means, keep wearing them." It's just a ten-dollar pair of shoes, and she's this thrilled? "Alright, if that's all, I'm hanging up now. I've got a ton of work to do.

"Work, my foot! Don't think I don't know you're just playing games and scrolling videos all day!" Vera snorted.

"The real reason I called is to invite you to a gathering tonight." Robin rejected the idea immediately. "A gathering? No thanks. I hate those social scenes." Vera tried to explain, "Raymond calledthis morning. He mentioned how you helped him out at the Hawaiian Bar and really wants to thank you with a proper invitation." "I already told you, that was nothing just a small favor. There's no need ... " Seeing he was determined not to go, Vera changed tactics. "Alright then, if you don't want to go, why don't you joinfor sshoe shopping at the mall this afternoon? You can helppick out a new pair ..." "Fine, I'll go to the gathering," Robin replied immediately, cutting her off.

No way was he about to subject himself to an afternoon of shopping with Vera. That sounded like a nightmare. "Great!" Vera laughed. "I'll send you the address for the Violet Private Club." When Raymond heard that Robin had agreed to come, he was thrilled.

Tonight was his chance to make a good impression.

If he could establish a connection with Robin, the Hamptons could potentially rise as quickly as the Silva Group had.

The Hamptons had once been one of the prestigious old families in Harmonfield.

Back before the Hamilton family's recent ascent, the Hamptons had held a strong position in the city. However, in the past few years, their business opportunities had been steadily squeezed out by the growing influence of the Hamilton family.

As the Universal Group's power surged, the Hampton family's fortunes declined.

Raymond was one of the younger members of the Hampton family, but he hadn't made a nfor himself yet. This lack of accomplishment often drew criticism from his relatives, who expected more from him. Seeing Vera's rapid rise to prominence as the head of Silva Group had been a wake-up call for him. He'd uncovered a critical piece of information.

Vera's success was largely due to the support of Robin. His help had propelled Silva Group to becone of the leading families in Harmonfield almost overnight.

With Robin's agreement to attend the gathering at the Violet Private Club that evening, Raymond wasted no tand set about making preparations for the night ahead.

To create an unforgettable experience for Robin, Raymond quickly ordered top-tier food and drinks.

He even selected the most elegant and attractive staff to serve that night.

Besides, he also invited the most prominent sons and daughters of Harmonfield's elite families.

He promised them an unforgettable night, boasting that he'd invited a mysterious guest to their club. This guest, he explained, was the sperson who had cto Raymond's aid at the Harmont Bar.

He then proceeded to weave a tale of this guest's incredible feats, claiming he had single-handedly defeated Shaun, the little overlord of Abyssal Dominion's boxing ring, along with Sam, the deputy head of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance, and Leo, the heir of the Poison King Sect.

He even forced Eric, the young heir to the Hamilton fortune, to kneel and bark like a dog. Even Rygar of Abyssal Dominion had to bow before him.

The young and wealthy crowd had long heard whispers of the legendary events at the Harmont Bar. Excitement rippled through them when Raymond announced he'd invited the mysterious figure from that night to their gathering.

After all, the desire for power and the admiration of strength transcended social class.

Who wouldn't want to rub shoulders with someone who could make even Harmonfield's underground kingpin, Rygar, bow down? Raymond, eager to impress, arrived early at the Violet Private Club.

It was a luxurious establishment he'd founded during the Hampton family's peak.

Originally intended as a private playground for him and his friends, the club still held its allure, even though the Hamptons' influence had waned somewhat.

They remained one of Harmonfield's top families, their power undeniable.

At 6 PM, Robin received a call from Vera.

"Raymond just called, and he's already at the Violet Private Club waiting for us.

"But Anna just scheduled a last-minute meeting at work to sort out sinterdepartmental issues," Vera added apologetically.

"I'll be late. Can you go ahead without me? I'll catch up as soon as I'm done." Robin checked the tand nodded. "Fine, just sendthe location for the club.

"Oh, and I took your car to work this morning. How are you getting there?" he asked.

"No problem," Vera replied. "I'll just grab a taxi."

"Actually, lethave Amber drive m you over," Robin suggested before hanging up. He then got into his Land Rover and headed toward the Violet Private Club on the southern outskirts of Harmonfield. As he was leaving the parking lot, his phone buzzed. It was Rita.

"Mr. Ramsey, Ms. West is feeling unwell," she said, sounding worried. "She's experiencing intense discomfort like she's being bitten all over by thousands of ants." "That's probably a reaction from removing the Soul-Eating Charm," Robin replied, checking his GPS. "Where are you now?" "We're on our way to a project site in the southern district. There's been a minor issue there," Rita replied.

"I'm also heading to the southern district.

"I'm now on my way for a gathering at the Violet Private Club," Robin said.

"I'll send you the exact address. We can meet there." With the location settled, Robin continued on his way.

The Violet Private Club was nestled at the foot of Harmonfield Mountain, surrounded by lush forest.

The atmosphere was serene and elegant, with a high-end aesthetic.

To the left of the main building was a spacious parking area.

Following the signs, Robin pulled his Land Rover into the lot.

As he scanned the vehicles around him, he noticed they were all luxury models worth at least half a million dollars, their sleek exteriors gleaming under the neon lights. It looked more like an upscale car show than a parking lot.

Robin's rugged Land Rover stood out like a sore thumb amid the sea of glossy sports cars.

While most people would consider a 150,000 dollar Land Rover fairly luxurious, it looked almost out of place here.

Just as he was about to park, a security guard marched over.

There was a baton in his hand and a scowl of irritation on his face.

The guard waved his baton, signaling for Robin to back up.

"You can't park here," he sneered.

"This lot isn't fo... cars like yours. Move it out. Now."