The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 922

Chapter 922 The Spartine Warrior
Kolton breathed a sigh of relief at Pierre's action.

Until now, he had genuinely feared that Pierre might make the same mistake as Abner, acting impulsively and sealing his own fate without realizing it.

He bowed deeply to Robin.

"Mr. Ramsey, Pierre has kept his word, but he has still offended you. Please, forgive him."

Robin glanced at the dejected Pierre. "I'll remember this. We'll discuss it later."

"We're leaving now," Luella said, linking her arm with Robin's as they headed toward the waiting cars.

Under the brilliant sunlight, Robin's tall figure seemed to fade into the horizon, becoming something almost mythical.

The crowd stood frozen, eyes wide, witnessing the unfolding scene.

The world is full of wonders, yet I've never truly grasped it.

How could there be such vast differences among people, all of them human?

It all comes down to perspective.

The nobility and pettiness are visible in even the smallest actions.

A gentleman does not make a noise, and the truly great do not argue.

They are unmoved by power, unafraid of the weak, indifferent to wealth, and unconcerned with fame.

What we are witnessing is a real-life example of wisdom, courage, and compassion.

It was said that beautiful women admire talent, refined ladies adore gentlemen, and the most beautiful love heroes.

At this very moment, Luella, glowing with unmatched beauty, clung to Robin's arm. Her gaze, fixed ahead, occasionally stole a glance at his strong, handsome face.

Her emotions swirled—joy, anxiety, shyness, and a deep, unspoken affection—all mixed together.

It was a scene so captivating, so perfect, that those around them couldn't help but feel envious to the point of tears.

Felix slowed his pace to stay behind Robin and Luella.

His previously humble demeanor was a stark contrast to the leader of the first noble family.

He now resembled a devoted servant or a butler, trailing quietly behind them.

Cyril stood still for a long time, momentarily forgetting he had planned to introduce himself to Felix.

When he finally snapped out of his trance, he saw that Robin's guards had already blocked his way.

"General Quintana, would it be possible for Mr. Ramsey to arrange a casual meeting sometime? A simple chat."

Jethro smiled politely and responded, "Mr. Higgins, Mr. Ramsey doesn't make plans ahead of time. If it's meant to happen, it will. No need to force it."

Cyril nodded reluctantly, muttering to himself.

"Of course, someone like Mr. Ramsey doesn't need to bother with connections or arranging meetups."

"Mr. Ramsey ... " A soft voice called out, breaking the otherwise serene silence. It came from the far edge of the plaza.

Robin stopped and turned to look.

Trix stood there, looking sorrowful.

"Mr. Ramsey, I-I realize I was wrong. Could you find it in your heart to forgive my ignorance?"

Robin ignored her and coldly walked away.

"Why?!" Trix shouted at his retreating form. "I only spoke a little more than I should have—did you have to punish me for that?"

"That's the price for not knowing your place," Robin called back without looking, his words drifting behind him as he and Luella got into the car.

As the convoy began to move, Trix stood there, overwhelmed with regret.

Robin was seated in Felix's car, which was designed like a small conference room.

The back seats were separated from the driver's section, providing a spacious and private area.

The rear of the car was soundproof, without any blind spots, and had excellent lighting and ventilation to ensure comfort.

Once the door closed, Felix activated anti-surveillance and anti-eavesdropping devices.

He gave Robin a shrug. "Sorry, Mr. Ramsey, but I need to report something privately."