The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254 Brenda of Chinatown
Robin noticed a troubling look on Marrisa's face.

Brenda was clearly struggling.

Before he could inquire further, a girl in white pajamas came down the stairs.

"Mom, you have a visitor this early?"

Robin looked up to see a girl with striking red curls and a cigarette dangling from her fingers.

Now he understood Marrisa's sigh when she had mentioned Brenda.

This girl was indeed Brenda, but she appeared to be in a rough state.

In his memories, Brenda had been sweet, obedient, and quiet.

However, the girl before him exhibited a clear rebelliousness.

Brenda plopped down next to Marrisa, yawning widely.

As she reached for her lighter to ignite her cigarette, Robin swiftly snatched it away.

"Who the heck are you? Why did you take my lighter?" Brenda froze, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she focused on Robin.

"Robin?" She jumped up in surprise, pointing at him. "I-it' you, Robin!"

Marrisa sighed. "You still remember Robin? Just look at how you're dressed now!"

Brenda's grogginess vanished in an instant.

She tucked the cigarette behind her ear and settled in beside Robin, resting her chin on her hands while gazing at his handsome face for a long moment.

"Robin, where have you been all these seven years?

"You've grown so tall and handsome, even better looking than those movie stars!

"You jerk! You just disappeared back then, leaving Mom and me searching for you for years ... "

Brenda rambled on, tears glistening in her eyes.

Robin tousled her messy red curls. "What happened to your hair? It looks awful.

"And this!" He took the cigarette from behind her ear.

"You know how much Marrisa and I hate the smell of smoke!

"Today, you're getting your hair done again!

"And you're not smoking anymore! Why would you smoke? It's terrible for your skin and teeth!"

Brenda's smile faded.

In those two years, Brenda had faced bullying on this street.

Robin had always come to her defense, taking on a gang of thugs single-handedly, often ending up bloodied and bruised.

Gradually, no one dared to pick on Brenda again.

She had followed Robin like a loyal shadow, listening to him and doing whatever he asked.

Seeing Robin speak to Brenda like this, Marrisa chimed in, "Brenda, did you hear that? Robin doesn't like your style either—"

"Alright, alright, enough! Hurry up and make me a bowl of soup; I need to leave soon," Brenda interrupted.

Marrisa frowned, glancing at Robin, clearly wanting to say something but hesitating.

Noticing Brenda's impatience, she shook her head and headed toward the kitchen.

Robin scrutinized Brenda. "Why are you talking to Marrisa like that?

"What are you up to? Don't you realize how rough you look right now?!"

"Let's stop focusing on me, Robin; I want to know about you! What have you been doing all these years? Are you planning to leave again after this visit?"

Robin responded, "Tell me what's been going on with you.

"I can see Marrisa isn't happy.

"How did you tell me all those years ago?

"You promised that when you grew up, you'd make a lot of money so that Marrisa could enjoy a better life.

"Just look at the situation now!"