The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50 How Dare You Hit Me!

Alice watched as Robin's figure came closer on the video, and she let out a cold laugh.

"Vera, tell that disgusting man that no matter how much he tries to impress me by setting up some film studio prop, it's not going to make me think any better of him. This is pathetic!

"Him, the owner of Villa One at Dawnspire Heights Estates? Not in a million years!

"I'm done talking. I have to go meet Mr. Gill soon to visit Liam. Have fun with your little game!"

Vera stared blankly at the WhatsApp video chat screen.

She couldn't understand it.

She'd live-streamed the entire interior and exterior of Villa One for Alice, but Alice just wouldn't believe it.

Fine, think what you want.

Maybe you two really aren't meant to be.

"Come on, get ready to go so we can grab some breakfast. There's no one here to cook for you," Robin said, urging her along.

Vera shot him a playful glare. "Hmph, and here I was expecting you'd have breakfast all ready for me when I woke up."

"Letting you stay here for the night was already more than generous. Now hurry up, get your stuff—I'll pull the car around and return it to you. Then we're done here," Robin replied.

Vera scowled, annoyed. "What's that supposed to mean? Am I really that unpleasant to be around?"

Robin looked her over. "What, planning to stick around? Move it! If you don't get in, you'll be walking down the mountain by yourself."

With that, he opened the car door and started the Land Rover.

Vera panicked, quickly grabbing her things and scrambling into the car in a half-run, half-tumble.

"You really don't know how to treat a lady, do you?" she complained.

"Do you still have the IOU?" Robin ignored her complaint and asked.

"Yes, I kept it safe. Why?" Vera asked, surprised.

"You're really going to go after Harris's brother for that Porsche supercar?" she asked, astonished.

"And all of Harris's shares in Davidson Group?"

Robin nodded. "Of course. Why wouldn't I take what I risked my life to win?

"Besides, I still owe you a Porsche, don't I?"

"Robin, I know you're doing all this because of my brother," Vera said, her voice catching with gratitude.

"I'm really touched that you'd go to such lengths for me."

Robin glanced at her, unimpressed. "You're overthinking it. I'm just trying to save some money."

"You—!" Vera glared at him, frustrated. "Can't you say something nice for once?"

Robin let out a dismissive snort. "Why would I need to make you happy?"

Vera was speechless, completely exasperated with his lack of tact.

D*mn it! He's going to be the death of me!

She took a deep breath to calm herself.

Fine. I've gotten used to guys like him by now. If I kept waiting for him to say something sweet, I'd be a grandma before it happened.

Giving herself a mental pep talk, she felt a bit better.

"Robin, I'm actually getting pretty hungry," she said after a moment.

"I remember there's a Crown & Sage Dining down the mountain. And there's a Harvest Table not too far from it.

"Which place are you taking me to for breakfast?"

Robin thought about it for a second. "Let's go to Crown & Sage Dining.

"Across from Crown & Sage, there's a doughnut stand that's pretty good. We can get some bean pudding, grab a couple of doughnuts, maybe dip them in some sauce."

Vera rolled her eyes. "You live in a place like this, and you're taking me to get street food doughnuts?"

Robin didn't bat an eye. "What's wrong with doughnuts? Don't want 'em, don't eat 'em."

Just as they exited the gates of Dawnspire Heights Estates, a red Pagani suddenly sped up behind them and rear-ended the Land Rover.

Vera jumped in her seat, then checked the rearview mirror, fuming.

"That Pagani tried to force its way past us and hit our bumper! Looks like it knocked it clean off! Make them pay for it!"

Robin glanced at the dash cam screen to assess the damage. "It's a minor issue, not worth the time."

He pulled the Land Rover over to the side, gesturing for the Pagani to just pass by.

But instead, the Pagani roared around them and screeched to a stop directly in front, blocking their way.