The Deadly Assassin Robin novel 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 come to 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 WhatsApp profile 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 WhatsApp profile 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—let me check. 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 tell me why 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 become a 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 become the 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, let me tell 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 called me this 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 join me for some shoe shopping at the mall this afternoon? You can help me pick out a new pair ... "