The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260 I'm Just a Kept Man
Alison's words left Brenda in shock.

"Alison, I understand what you're feeling right now... let's just go home."

Alison grasped her arm tightly. "I thought you wanted to go to the saloon?"

"What saloon? I'm not changing a thing! I'm keeping this color and style!" Brenda retorted, shaking off Alison's grip and striding home.

As she watched Brenda's despondent figure disappear, Alison sighed and followed her to the soup restaurant.

She decided not to linger at Brenda's place, intending to just say a quick hello to Marrisa before leaving.

She wanted to avoid any awkwardness that might arise from Robin being there.

Inside the soup restaurant, no matter how hard Robin tried to reason with Marrisa, she refused to accept the 300,000 dollars.

Understanding her worries, he didn't push the matter any further.

"You need to return this money to Hugh and the others immediately; you can't take this kind of money," Marrisa insisted, gripping Robin's arm with a look of disbelief.

"Robin, you just got back. I don't want you getting into any trouble. Hugh and his crew are dangerous."

"Alright," Robin replied as he closed the cash-filled box. "I won't stay for dinner; I'll swing by Dreamscape Bar later."

Marrisa had hoped he would stay for a meal, but thoughts of the 300,000 made her hesitate.

"Robin, please make sure to return that money to Hugh. Also ... "

Marrisa paused, wanting to mention the girl named Anna from Dreamscape Bar.

However, seeing the brightness in Robin's eyes, she decided to hold back.

Robin waved goodbye, suitcase in hand, as he exited the soup restaurant.

Marrisa watched him go, feeling a stab of sadness, and let out a heavy sigh.

She knew Robin was heading to Dreamscape Bar to see Anna.

Keeping her thoughts to herself, she was painfully aware that Anna and Robin came from entirely different worlds.

In those years, they had been so young and naive, unaware of life's harsh realities.

They didn't grasp how fragile love, friendship, and family could become when confronted with money, status, and power.

At that time, Robin had no idea that Anna was the daughter of a powerful figure in Chinatown's Harlow Group.

With such a significant gap in their social standings, how could they ever truly be together?

Marrisa didn't want to hurt Robin's feelings, so she called out to him as he reached the entrance of the shop, "Robin, just go see her and come back. This will always be your home."

Robin turned, beaming as he replied, "Your soup is fantastic! Of course, I'll be back."

Marrisa felt tears welling up.

As Robin stepped outside, Brenda walked in with her head lowered.

Noticing that Brenda still had her red curls, Robin casually inquired, "Didn't you get your hair done? Why does it still look like this?"

Brenda had planned to ask Robin if Alison's accusations about him being a boy toy were true.

But seeing his warm smile, her words caught in her throat.

"Uh, I changed my mind. I'm keeping it like this from now on!"

With that, she dashed upstairs without another word.

Marrisa felt irritation at Brenda's attitude. "Brenda, is that how you talk to Robin?"

Robin stood there, puzzled. What's wrong with Brenda?

In his recollection, she had never treated him this way.

Shrugging it off, he continued on his way.

"Wait up!" Alison called out, unable to stop herself from halting him.

Robin nodded politely but didn't say a word or slow his pace.

"Stop right there!" Alison stepped into his path, her expression frosty.

Robin raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Do you need something?"

Alison sneered. "You're young and full of potential—why would you choose to engage in something so disgraceful?

"Why not work hard to create a bright future for yourself?

"Living off others and taking the easy way out—does that really give you any self-respect?"

Robin looked at Alison, bewildered.

He couldn't fathom what her rant was about.