The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1139

The presidential suite's business lounge was suffocatingly silent.

Maurice and another middle-aged man bowed deeply, trembling as they waited for Ramsey's response.

The blood-red sunset filtered through the hotel's luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a heavy, eerie glow.

The faint dust stirred by the shifting light suddenly seemed to scatter in all directions, creating an atmosphere of overwhelming fear, humility, and helplessness in the small space.

Robin ignored them and turned his gaze to the rapidly descending blood-red sun in the distance.

He had seen countless desperate pleas—pale and powerless ones!

In this world, anyone who dares to ignore or harm you does so intentionally.

When they hurt you with cruelty, they've already calculated the consequences.

After weighing everything, once they determine that the cost of hurting or humiliating you is almost nonexistent, they will have no hesitation in doing so.

"Mr. Ramsey, my daughter was raised by Solas. She was never taught proper manners, and that's why she's done such a terrible thing," the middle-aged man said, his voice trembling.

"She doesn't understand that sincerity and trustworthiness are the foundation of this world.

"Mr. Ramsey, you saved Solas's life. Shania should have been grateful to you and kept her word.

"But instead, at Solas's urging, she broke her promise and went back on the contract.

"Shania's actions are unforgivable. Whatever punishment you decide to give her is justified.

"If my father is still alive, he would never let Shania behave like this!

"Mr. Ramsey, Shania is pitiful. She lost a proper education from her family before she was even a month old.

"I know, my request goes against your principles, but I beg you to give her a chance to repent, considering she has never received proper education.

"Shania's mistake today is my fault as a father. I never once took the time to advise her during her upbringing.

"I'm willing to trade my life for her chance at redemption. Please, Mr. Ramsey, give me a chance."

With that, the middle-aged man drew a dagger and thrust it toward his chest.

"Sigh!" Robin sighed and stomped his foot on the floor of the lounge.

The man was immediately knocked to the ground by the force.

The dagger, which lodged in his chest, stopped less than an inch away from his heart.

"Get up, Professor Coyle. Let's tend to your wound!" Robin said, pulling out the dagger and tossing a special bottle of blood-clotting powder to him.

Maurice quickly began treating the wound.

After applying the special blood-clotting powder, the wound on the man's chest visibly healed before their eyes.

The man's name was Oisean Coyle, Shania's biological father, a medical professor at Mecria University.

The Nine Stars Institute had been founded by Oisean when he returned home after completing his studies abroad.

After a family tragedy, he had gone into hiding for 20 years, seeking revenge.

During that time, Shania had been less than a month old.

Oisean finished treating his wound and began recounting the events from 20 years ago.

"The current president of Nine Stars is an imposter, not my father, but his distant cousin.

"Over 20 years ago, after I finished my studies, I returned to Sogas to set up a lab, where I invested in developing cancer treatments.

"Thankfully, they've all been wiped out by you.

"Mr. Ramsey, I beg you to forgive my daughter for her ignorance and spare her life. From now on, Nine Stars belongs to you, and we'll follow your command."

Robin looked at Oisean. "I'll spare Shania for now, but after this, Nine Stars must do something for me.

"You and Shania will handle it.

"If your family dares to defy me again, I'll make sure you vanish from this earth forever."

Oisean knelt again, overcome with gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Ramsey. Both my family and Nine Stars will always obey your orders."

Daphne entered the lounge and reported, "Mr. Ramsey, four special enforcers from Sogas have surrounded the hotel. The police chief is demanding you release Shania."

Oisean immediately stepped forward. "Mr. Ramsey, allow me to go out and explain to them."

Robin raised his hand to stop him. "This is my business, not yours."

He walked toward the large windows and looked out at the city's evening skyline.

Beneath the blood-red sunset, there was a different kind of beauty.

In the distance, crowded cars, bustling people, and flocks of white doves soar under the sunset.

Yet, a group of unwelcome visitors disturbed this beautiful scene of human life.

Teams of fully armed police, in bulletproof vests and SWAT uniforms, set up barricades, occupying the streets, rooftops, and prime sniper points.

Then, from a police car, a loudspeaker suddenly blared, "Divine Drakebane, listen up! Release Ms. Coyle immediately, or we will take necessary countermeasures!"

The scene, the noise, shattered the tranquility of the sunset, the breeze, the white doves, and people rushing to go home.