The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224 Even Your Grandfather
A collective gasp echoed through the Crown Banquet of the Harmonfield Hotel.

No one had expected Ruby Quinn, the prized daughter of Draconia's most influential family, to rip a necklace off another guest—especially not in front of a crowd.

Her actions reeked of entitlement, her expression one of icy disdain.

Yet, no one lifted a finger to stop her.

Ruby's lineage cast a long, dark shadow.

She belonged to the powerful Quinn family of Brookhaven. Her father, Kyler, known as the Southfist King, commanded respect and fear alike.

And her grandfather, Ronald—a martial legend—had once fought a hundred of Draconia's finest warriors alone.

His prowess and authority had never been contested, even as illness claimed him.

In the Quinn family, loyalty and indulgence knew no bounds. Ronald adored his grandchildren, especially Ruby and her brother Sam.

Whatever they desired, Ronald would ensure it was within reach, bending rules and tradition alike to grant them anything their hearts wanted.

With that kind of lineage behind her, Ruby moved through life with the ease of the untouchable.

The silence that followed was thick with tension. Slowly, murmurs began to spread through the crowd, words masked behind raised hands and furtive glances.

"Ms. Silva is in for it now."

"To cross Ruby Quinn? She'll be lucky if she's allowed back into Harmonfield at all."

"Did she even know who she was dealing with? It's suicide, challenging Ruby like this."

"And Mr. Neville—he seems completely enchanted by her. They make a fitting pair, don't they?"

"If the Nevilles and Quinns unite, who would dare stand up to them? Ms. Silva's brought this upon herself, the poor fool."

...

Each murmur seemed to add to Ruby's smug satisfaction.

With the Eternal Moonlit necklace held high, she let the light catch on its shattered fragments, a cold smile tracing her lips. She leaned toward Vera, her words sharp. "If I can't have it, neither can you."

She let the necklace fall, crashing against the marble, the delicate gems scattering across the floor, cutting through the silence.

Ruby's gaze dropped to Vera, taking in the torn sleeve and the livid mark across her neck. And her smile only grew wider.

"If you think you can take it from me, I'll just destroy it!" Ruby spat, her laughter ringing harshly in the hall.

Still unsatisfied, she lifted her foot and crushed the necklace beneath her heel, the gems scattering like shattered dreams.

Vera stood in stunned silence, her mind reeling from the audacity of Ruby's actions.

This exceeded all her expectations.

She remained rooted in place, surrounded by a crowd that whispered and pointed, clearly enjoying her downfall.

Jason's brows furrowed, taken aback by Ruby's callousness.

He struggled to find his voice.

Beside him, Anthony exhaled slowly, his tone grave.

"Sir, I think we may have invited trouble."

Jason turned to him, bewildered. "What kind of trouble?"

"If we don't manage this situation with Ms. Silva properly, the Nevilles could face serious repercussions."

Jason's demeanor hardened. "Mr. Anthony, that's absurd! The Nevilles stand at the pinnacle of the martial families. Who would dare challenge us?"

Anthony shook his head and leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "The man who purchased the Eternal Moonlit necklace, Mr. Ramsey ... He is not someone the Nevilles can afford to antagonize."

"And yet here you are, supporting Ruby in her attempt to humiliate Ms. Silva. This escalation won't end well for us."

Jason felt a chill run down his spine.

He recalled his grandfather Tristan's warning before his departure for Harmonfield: if he ever encountered Mr. Ramsey, he was to avoid provoking him at all costs.

But Jason had never fully grasped the significance of Robin's identity.

His grandfather's cautions had not registered deeply with him.

In his eyes, the Nevilles were invincible, the most formidable family around.

Who could ever threaten their supremacy?

Perhaps his grandfather had grown overly cautious in his old age, or he had simply been protective, anxious about Jason's first real foray into the world.

So what if he had unwittingly stepped into a conflict?

One day, he would lead the Nevilles, and he had no intention of retreating from anyone.

Jason observed the shock etched on Anthony's face and smirked. "Mr. Anthony, you're being overly cautious. What can this Robin do? If he dares challenge us, we'll crush him!"

Anthony's mouth fell open in disbelief. His young master had no idea of the peril he was inviting.

Only those who had truly faced Robin understood the depths of his power.

The name Divine Drakebane resonated with a significance that few could fathom.

It wasn't merely a title; it was earned through bloodshed and ferocity.

In years past, countless elite assassins and top sects had thought they could take down Robin.

They had ended up as nothing more than remnants, scattered in the aftermath of his wrath.

Anthony recalled the ruin of the Phoenix Vanguard.

The horror of that day haunted him.

To label Robin as Divine Drakebane was to underestimate him; he was a relentless force, a slayer that craved chaos!

The Nevilles stood no chance against such an adversary.

"Sir, please don't act rashly!" Anthony pleaded. "If you persist in this manner, you could bring disaster upon the Nevilles!"

"You need to approach Ms. Silva at once. Apologize and rein in Ruby before things spiral further out of control. Make our position clear!"

Jason's tone turned icy. "Enough! Mr. Anthony, are you telling me to cower? I am the future head of the Nevilles. I will not bow to a family as insignificant as the Silvas!"

His words echoed throughout the hall, capturing the attention of everyone present.

Anthony faltered, taken aback. He had hoped to reason with Jason, but the young man was already marching toward Vera.

"Ms. Silva," he called out, his tone dripping with condescension, "this unfortunate event speaks volumes about your ignorance."

He acted as though he were a judge, condemning Vera for her perceived failings.

Anthony could only shake his head in dismay; he had missed the chance to intervene.