Robin held Vera’s cold, trembling hand, his thumb brushing gently over her damp palm.
“Just look into my eyes, and you won’t feel nervous.”
His voice soft yet steady, cutting through the distant hum of the music.
Vera’s gaze lifted to meet his.
In that instant, the world around them faded. It was like being struck by lightning-a flash that left everything else in shadow.
His eyes were clear and steady, as vast and calm as a night sky full of stars.
The anxieties that had gripped her melted away in that starlit glow.
For a heartbeat, she was utterly captivated, lost in the warmth of his smile.
Waves of emotion rose within her.
She realized, with a start, that she’d never looked at him this closely before.
“Feeling a little better?” Robin asked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
His broad hand and his soft words were a far cry from the emotionally clueless Robin she thought she knew.
“Just follow my lead. Do what I do, and you won’t feel embarrassed.”
Still holding his gaze, Vera gave a resolute nod. Everything else had faded; there was only him, grounding her in this surreal moment.
“Can you play an instrument?” he asked as they walked, hand in hand, toward the center of the stage, with Ivy just ahead of them.
“No,” Vera admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
Robin chuckled softly. “Then what can you do?”
That disarming smile nearly sent her heart racing out of her chest.
“I … I can’t really do anything,” she replied honestly, feeling oddly vulnerable.
“Nothing at all?” Robin’s smile was as gentle as a spring breeze.
Vera nodded with conviction, a determined look in her eyes.
A smirk curved across Robin’s lips. “So, in 20 years, you’ve done nothing but eat and sleep like a pig?”
“Huh?” Vera was momentarily stunned, catching a hint of mischief in those starry eyes.
She snapped out of her trance.
D*mn him. Did he seriously just call her a pig? Right now?
She shot him a sharp glare, hissing under her breath. “You jerk! You better come up with something-I really don’t know what I’m doing up here!” Robin’s grin only widened. “Alright, it’s official. You’re a helpless little pig,” he teased. “Fine, then. Just follow me.”
“Okay.” Vera nodded, resigned. She didn’t really have a choice.
Her mind was a complete blank.
She used to think standing on stage looked easy.
Now, under the glaring lights and with all eyes on them, she knew she’d been wrong.
Gripping his hand tighter, she let him lead, grounding herself in his steady presence.
The bright lights and countless faces blurred together, an endless sea of anticipation.
She barely registered what Robin was saying. She just knew she had no control over any of it.
But strangely, she wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t nervous.
As long as Robin was beside her, holding her hand, she could face anything.
One simple phrase “Follow me”-was enough.
Robin guided Vera to the center of the stage, then turned to Ivy with a smile. “This is your moment. How about Vera and I play piano to accompany you?” Ivy gave a knowing nod, her eyes twinkling.
Robin led Vera by the hand.
Amid polite applause, they walked to the grand piano at the edge of the stage.
They sat together on the bench, and Vera stared blankly at the black-and-white keys, not sure where to begin.
Robin still hadn’t let go of her hand.
She felt her pulse quicken.
Out of the corner of her eye, she stole a glance at him. Was he planning to hold her hand the entire time?
Was he… trying to get closer? Maybe even … taking advantage of the situation?
If he is… I don’t mind one bit.
Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed Robin’s grip tighten slightly.
Then, suddenly, her fingers touched the keys, and soft, flowing notes began to fill the air.
Startled, she thought she’d accidentally pressed something, afraid she’d ruined the song.
But then she noticed the beautiful music filling the space, seamless and smooth.
She realized Robin was guiding her hand, playing the piano alongside her. Astonishment flooded through her.
She’d never imagined her fingers could be part of creating something so beautiful.
As the gentle melody unfolded, the stage lights slowly dimmed.
Everyone’s attention was focused on Ivy, radiant and poised at the center of the stage.
The audience seemed to forget that Vera and Robin were even there.
Vera, unsure of what to do with her free hand, watched Robin’s other hand moving effortlessly over the keys.
Instinctively, she began to follow his lead, pressing down the keys he indicated, letting each note resonate within her.
It felt as if every sound was pulled directly from her heart, an expression of feelings she’d never dared to speak aloud.
She stole another glance at Robin, and she felt her heart stir.
Was this really the same rough-edged Robin she’d known?
In the soft glow of the lights, he seemed different-his usual rough edges softened, his sharp features illuminated with an almost serene intensity. Wasn’t this the hero she’d been waiting for?
As if sensing her gaze, Robin looked over and gave her a gentle smile before leaning toward the microphone.
His deep, resonant voice filled the hall, rich and warm, like honeyed wine lingering on the air.
“Maybe far away, or just yesterday …
“Here or across the sea…
“Through the twists and turns, joy and pain…
“People meet and part again…
“Let go of right and wrong to find the truth…
“Living takes courage too….
“No halo from above…
“You and I are born… ordinary.”
Vera stood frozen, her heart wide open, as if she’d stumbled into a dream.
Is this real?
Everything felt surreal, and the stage seemed to pulse with a quiet magic.
In the center of the stage, Ivy felt it too-a shiver ran through her.
Robin’s deep, magnetic voice sliced through the air, each note an arrow straight to the heart.
The entire concert hall was silent, save for the rhythm of breath and heartbeat, as if everyone was held in the same spell.
From her seat in the VIP section, Shirley watched Robin’s shadowed figure, bathed in dim light.
Everything felt like a dream.
She, who had never cared much for music, was struck speechless. She never imagined a voice could be this powerful, could reach so deeply into a person’s soul. She never would’ve guessed that Robin’s piano playing and singing would be so incredibly captivating.
A spark of wonder lit her eyes.
Robin, how many talents and secrets do you hide?
The music flowed on, his voice low and weathered, lingering in the air like a haunting memory.
“Through heartbreak, I learned regret…
“Life is long, yet fleeting, I bet…
“A heart once broken, vines will grow …
“To risk it all, I’d gladly go…
“Falling down into the gray…
“With a face dirt-streaked in dismay….
“No halo from above…
“Just holding on to the strength of love.”
His voice carried them all into another world, filling the space with a melancholy beauty.
The lights dimmed further, casting the stage in a soft glow.
At the front, Ivy stepped forward gracefully, her dancers moving in perfect synchrony around her.
She lifted her voice, clear and pure, bringing the audience to an emotional peak.
“One day, maybe I’ll drift away…
“Or maybe we’ll meet again someday….
“Among the crowd or far above …
“Just let me see the face I love …
“Even if my eyes fill with tears…
“Though silent, they’ll wash away fears…
“No need for halos from the divine…
“All I want… is the beauty of your simple shine…
“With this heart, I have no regret…
“The flame of life is lit.”
Ivy’s gentle voice lingered in the hall, echoing like a heartbeat.
When the song ended, there was a profound silence.
Then, in a wave, the entire venue erupted into cheers, applause crashing over them like a storm.
Under the spotlight at center stage, Ivy, Robin, and Vera accepted bouquets from the adoring crowd.
Amid the applause, Shirley stepped forward, joining them as the sponsor and event organizer.
Reporters gathered at the edges of the stage, cameras flashing, casting a dazzling array of colors across the scene.
In the audience, Alice stood frozen, unsure if what she was seeing was real.
The confident, commanding figure on stage-was that really Robin? The Robin she’d once dismissed as a nobody?
She heard the host clearly announce his title: “President of Eastvale Development Group.”
Had she really overlooked this?
How had Robin become so accomplished without her noticing?
Alice felt her heart race with a mix of shock and panic.
Looking at Robin in the center of the stage, surrounded by the elite of Harmonfield, she didn’t know what to think, where to go, or what to do. Tonight, she had seen things she never could’ve imagined.
Through the gaps in the crowd, she saw him surrounded by Vera, Ivy, Shirley, Daphne, and Rygar-all prominent figures in Harmonfield.
They weren’t just near him; they treated him as an equal, even as the center of attention. How could this be?
Was this real?
It didn’t make sense!
This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go!
After she’d rejected him, Robin was supposed to be struggling, desperate, left with nothing but regret.
He was supposed to beg her for another chance.
How could he possibly be shining so brightly now?
This wasn’t right!
Maybe… maybe this was all some elaborate show, a stunt Robin put together to get back at me.
But no-she knew that was impossible.
He couldn’t have convinced all these influential people to play along just to prove a point to her.
Just then, she spotted Vera standing beside Robin, her expression radiant with joy and pride, like she belonged there. Alice clenched her teeth.
If anyone deserved to be beside him in this moment, it should’ve been her, Alice, not Vera!
How was it Vera, that aimless woman who just drifted through life, who got to stand there basking in the spotlight?
The world felt so unfair, so completely upside-down.
Why did Vera get to bask in Robin’s success while she, Alice, was left with nothing?
She couldn’t stand it!
She forced down her frustration and turned to Amber, her voice tense.
“What exactly is Robin’s position in the Dunn Group? Is he really the President of Eastvale Development Group?”
Amber gave her a cool smile. “Not only is Mr. Ramsey the President of Eastvale Development Group, but he’s also the largest shareholder in Dunn Group. Ms. Miller, did you not know?” Alice felt her mind go blank. “No way! That’s impossible!”
Just then, her phone rang.
It was Zachary, sounding excited. “Alice, a friend told me a bridal shop in Eastvale just got a new wedding gown in stock. Want to check it out tomorrow?”
Irritated and distracted, Alice snapped, “I don’t have time! I haven’t even decided if I want to go through with the engagement!”
Alice hung up the phone.
By this time, the concert had wrapped up, and the audience was slowly leaving.
The venue, stripped of its lights and decorations, now felt empty and cold, with only the chilly night breeze and a sense of loneliness lingering after the excitement.
Alice stood alone in the VIP section, still dazed and overwhelmed by everything that had happened.
Almost everyone around her had already left.
The last notes of “Only Ordinary” still echoed faintly through the venue.
She looked at the empty stage, feeling as if it had all been a dream.
Where were Robin and Vera?
Suddenly, Alice ran toward the exit, spotting Robin in the distance, walking away surrounded by Vera, Ivy, Shirley, and Daphne.
“Robin, wait!” Alice called out, running after him.
Her shout made Robin and the others pause and glance back.
Robin frowned when he realized it was Alice calling him.
He chose to ignore her and kept walking.
“Robin, stop!” Alice rushed up to him, blocking his path, and snapped, “Why did you lie to me?”
Robin gave her a cool smile. “What exactly did I lie to you about?”
“You’re a major shareholder of Dunn Group and the President of Eastvale Development Group. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Robin smirked. “Alice, are you out of your mind? Why would I need to tell you anything about my life?”
Ivy, unaware of what was happening, politely said goodbye to Robin, and Shirley and the others had already driven off.
Daphne looked like she wanted to say something, but Robin gestured for her to leave as well.
Now, it was just Vera, Robin, and Alice left outside the concert venue.
Vera looked at Alice’s frustrated expression and shook her head.
“Robin, I’ll go get the car. Where are you planning to stay tonight? I know you didn’t drive here, so I can drop you off.”
Robin thought for a moment. “I’ll head back to Villa One in Dawnspire Heights. I loaned my Graceview Apartments place to Rosalie.”
Vera nodded. “Alright, I’ll go pull the car around.”
Alice stared at him, dumbfounded. “Villa One in Dawnspire Heights? Robin, can you be serious? You really expect me to believe you live there?”
Robin ignored her and pulled out his phone.
“Robin, why are you treating me like this? What did I ever do to you?”
Robin finally lost patience. “Alice, what exactly do you want from me?
“I haven’t had anything to do with you or the Millers for a long time. Everything I do has nothing to do with you. So what gives you the right to question me? Now get lost!” Just then, Vera pulled up in the car in front of them. “Robin, get in! Alice, we’re leaving.”
Before anyone could say anything, Alice climbed right into the back seat.
“I’m coming with you guys… uh … my car broke down.”
Vera looked at her, puzzled. “You really want to come with us? We’re headed to Dawnspire Mountain-it’s in the opposite direction from your place…”
Alice didn’t hesitate. “I’ll go with you to drop off Robin, and then you can take me home afterward.”
Vera paused, considering this. “Alright, but since your place is closer, I can drop you off first and then take Robin to Dawnspire Mountain.”
“No, I want to come along to drop Robin off first, then you can take me home.”
Alice was extremely curious about Robin’s mention of Villa One at Dawnspire Heights Estates.
She wanted to see if he was telling the truth or just bluffing.
If Robin was lying, then everything she’d heard about him being a shareholder in Dunn Group, the President of Eastvale Development Group-could all be fake! Maybe it was just Amber hyping him up.
Villa One at Dawnspire Heights Estates. What kind of place was that?
In Harmonfield, only Martin from the Wright family was even allowed to live in the top-level area, Area One.
And even he didn’t qualify for Villa One.
Yet Robin claimed that Villa One was his?
She was determined to see for herself if it was true.
If it really was his, then maybe… she’d consider giving him a second thought.
But if it wasn’t… hmph.
Lost in her thoughts, Alice glanced at Robin’s silhouette in the front seat.
For a moment, he seemed… different from the man she thought she knew.
The car ride was silent, almost oppressively so.
None of them spoke a word, and the quiet felt stifling.
Then Alice’s phone rang again.
It was Zachary calling.
Seeing his number, she impatiently hung up, but he called back over and over.
Finally, with a sigh, Alice picked up. “What is it? Why are you calling again and again so late?” “Alice, is something wrong?” Zachary asked on the other end.
“Didn’t we agree to hold the engagement ceremony the day after Old Mr. Wright’s birthday celebration?
“What did you mean earlier when you said you wanted to wait? Are you putting it off again?”
Alice took a deep breath, initially wanting to reject him outright.
But then she hesitated.
What if Robin really was lying to her?
After a long pause, she said, “Wait for my update. I’ve got something going on right now…
“Give me an answer soon. If we don’t go look at the wedding dresses tomorrow, they might get taken by someone else… “Zachary was still talking, but Alice hung up.
She paused for a while, then looked over at Robin, who hadn’t said a word the whole ride.
Trying to break the silence, she asked, “Vera, was that really you two playing the piano on stage tonight?”
Vera couldn’t help but laugh. “Yep, that was my first time ever playing the piano, and somehow it turned out pretty good! Hahaha…”
She was the only one laughing, which made the atmosphere awkward.
Glancing over at Robin, who was absorbed in watching something on his phone, she quickly stopped laughing, suddenly realizing her laughter might have been out of place. Alice stole a quick look at Robin too, noting that he didn’t seem to be paying any attention to their conversation.
“We’re almost there,” Vera said, changing the subject.
Alice looked out at the winding mountain road ahead and remembered the time they’d run into each other near the gates of Dawnspire Heights Estates a while back.
If Robin really does live in Villa One at Dawnspire Heights Estates, he should have an access card to get in here.
If he didn’t have a card, that would mean he’d been putting on an act in front of her all along.
Soon, they arrived at the gates of Dawnspire Heights Estates-the entrance to the three area of the estate.
Robin opened the car door. “Alright, drop me off here. You should head back; it’s getting late.”
Vera was about to offer to drive him all the way to Area One, but Robin waved her off.
“No need. Once I’m inside, I’ll have Logan take me over to Area One. It’s safer if you head straight home.”
Vera glanced at Alice in the back seat, realizing Robin might be right-it would be quite late by the time she drove Alice home and returned herself.
“Let’s wait here, Vera,” Alice said, her gaze fixed on Robin.
Vera hesitated for a moment, then understood what Alice was thinking.
Alright, if Alice wanted to watch, then let her see for herself.
Let her find out if Robin could actually get into the estate.
Robin got out of the car and walked over to the main gate.
The security guards on duty were unfamiliar faces; it seemed there was a new shift tonight.
Robin reached for his leopard-print access card… but it wasn’t there.
Suddenly, he remembered he’d left the card back at Graceview Apartments.
Sitting in the car, Alice had been watching him closely.
Seeing him pat his pockets repeatedly, only to come up empty-handed, she smirked.
So it was all a lie after all. What a joke!
Acting all high and mighty … disgusting.
Vera noticed Robin searching for his access card.
She opened her door and got out. “What’s wrong, Robin? Did you forget your card?”
Hearing Vera’s words, Alice smirked to herself.
Vera, you’re really committed to this act, aren’t you?
Covering for Robin, even coming up with the excuse that he “forgot his card.”
If he didn’t bring his card, why even come here?
At that moment, one of the security guards came over.
Robin asked, “Is Logan here?”
The guard replied, “Mr. Barrett had to step out tonight for some business. Can I help you with something?”
Robin thought for a moment. “Hey, I live in Villa One at Dawnspire Heights Estates. I left my card at home…”
The guard cut him off. “I’m sorry, sir, but without a card, no one is allowed to enter.”
Robin pointed to the guardhouse. “Could you call Logan and tell him it’s Robin? He knows me. I forgot my card he can come back and let me in.”
The guard hesitated before responding, “I’m sorry, sir, but Mr. Barrett isn’t available right now.”
Vera was about to argue with the guard, but Robin stopped her. “They’re just doing their job. I’ll try reaching Logan myself.”
He took out his phone and dialed Logan’s number, but after several rings, no one picked up.
Alice got out of the car, rolling her eyes. “Having trouble reaching him?”
Robin nodded without thinking.
Alice scoffed. “I’ve seen this trick 100 times! I bet you could keep calling all night, and you’d never get through!
“Vera, let’s go. Take me home!”
Vera frowned. “Alice, just wait a bit. Let Robin try to reach Mr. Barrett first, and then I’ll take you back.”
“You really think someone’s going to open the gate for him? Vera, you’re both still trying to fool me. You actually believe a guy like him lives in Villa One at Dawnspire Heights Estates? It’s ridiculous!” At that moment, Vera understood.
Alice had insisted on coming along because she doubted all along that Robin actually lived here.
She wanted to see if he was lying.
Vera sighed and shook her head. “Alice, if I’d known that was your intention, I never would’ve agreed to let you ride with us.
“Fine. Take my car and drive yourself home, then. I’ll stay here with Robin and wait.” Vera held out her keys with a cold expression. “Alright, hand over the keys.” Alice actually reached out to take them.
Robin stopped her. “Vera, take her home. I don’t need you waiting here with me.”
Vera, clearly annoyed, said, “No way, I’m staying. And Alice, since you clearly don’t believe us, you can find your own way home!”
Alice was furious. “Vera, you’re so committed to lying to me with him that you won’t even give me a ride back?
“Fine. If you won’t take me home, I have other options.”
Alice remembered that Raymond lived in Area Two and quickly dialed his number.
A few minutes later, Raymond pulled up to the gate.
“Mr. Ramsey, you’re here too?” Raymond said excitedly when he saw Robin and Vera standing by the entrance.
The last time they’d met, at Harmont Bar, Robin had helped Raymond out of a tough situation.
Ever since, Raymond had wanted to properly thank him and was eager to get to know him better.
But he hadn’t found an opportunity-until now.
“Mr. Ramsey, I really appreciate what you did at Harmont Bar!” Raymond said, a bit nervous, unsure of what else to say. “I’ve spent some time at home recently, thinking things over. I realized that a woman like Emma … well, I’m better off without her.” Robin gave him a small smile but didn’t respond.
Raymond awkwardly shrugged. “Alright then. I’ll let you all get back to it. I’ll take Alice home.”
Then, he remembered something. “Hey, Vera, what are you all doing out here so late?”
Vera replied, “Robin forgot his access card, so we’re waiting for Mr. Barrett to get back.” “Robin’s access card?” Raymond’s eyes lit up with recognition.
He’d heard from Logan recently that Robin was living in Villa One at Dawnspire Heights Estates.
And he knew that even Rowan, a big shot in his own right, treated Robin like a respected superior.
Raymond found himself looking at Robin’s back with a newfound sense of awe.
If he could build a connection with someone like Robin, it might be the chance his family-the Hamptons-needed to rise again.
Just this morning, he’d heard that, with Robin’s help, Vera had successfully regained control of Silva Group.
After she took over, Silva Group immediately secured three major projects in the Eastvale Business District, all courtesy of the Dunns.
Tonight’s Ivy concert, as well, was co-sponsored by the Dunns and the Silvas.
Raymond was well aware that none of this would’ve been possible for Vera without Robin’s support. There was no way she could have pulled it off alone.
He’d wanted to contact Vera and maybe get a look at the concert himself, but he’d felt too embarrassed to ask.
Vera, who used to drift through life without direction, had suddenly transformed into a highly successful CEO.
This change had deeply shaken Raymond.
He realized he should step up and do something meaningful for his family’s business, too.
As he looked at Robin’s silhouette, he felt the urge to say something, to express his thoughts. But the words died on his lips.
In the past, he hadn’t understood who Robin truly was.
But now it was clear: Robin wasn’t the “nobody” that Alice and Zachary had painted him as.
He was a genuine power player.
But Robin was the kind of man who had no need to flaunt it.
Seeing that Robin wasn’t interested in chatting, Raymond dropped the idea.
After all, who was he, Raymond, to expect a man like Robin to engage with him?
A sense of disappointment welled up in his heart.
But as he noticed Vera standing with Robin, his mind began to spin with new ideas.
Vera and Robin had been spending a lot of time together lately.
Raymond thought that if he could use Vera to make an introduction, there might be a chance to get closer to Robin.
If he could invite Robin out once, he could do it again.
And over time, they’d become familiar with each other.
Relationships were like steeping coffee-best developed slowly, with warmth.
If he could just break into Robin’s circle, it wouldn’t just be a huge leap forward for him personally in Harmonfield; it could even bring new heights to the entire Hampton family.
With this in mind, he quickly said, “Mr. Ramsey, Vera, you two wait here. I’ll take Alice home and come right back.
“If you don’t mind, maybe you could stop by my place afterward?”
Robin didn’t respond.
Vera had originally planned to go with Raymond to the Hampton residence to wait for Logan.
But Alice, looking impatient, snapped, “Raymond, hurry up and take me home already. Why are you wasting time talking to him?”
Left with no choice, Raymond said goodbye to Vera and Robin, then got in his car and drove Alice back toward the Millers’ villa.
On the way, Raymond asked, “So… how did you end up with them tonight?”
Alice scoffed. “Vera somehow got her hands on two tickets to Ivy’s concert, so I went with her.
“Robin was trying to show off in front of me, trying to get my attention, and claimed he lived in Villa One at Dawnspire Heights Estates. I didn’t believe he could actually live there, so I came along to see for myself. “We got to the gate and, of course, the guards stopped him. All he’s good for is bragging-what a joke!
“And to make it worse, Vera, my supposed best friend, kept backing him up, trying to fool me.
“Raymond, tell me what kind of friend does that?
“These days, Robin’s been going out of his way to create this whole fake image of himself, all to try to get into the Millers’ good graces.
“Do you think I’d ever pay attention to a guy like that? A total fraud? Ha!”
Raymond listened to Alice’s rant in silence, feeling speechless.
Practically everyone in Harmonfield’s elite circles now knew the extent of Robin’s influence.
And here was Alice, still calling him a nobody.
What on earth was she thinking?
The Millers really are beyond saving.
After Alice finally finished complaining, Raymond hesitantly said, “Alice, is it possible you’ve got the wrong idea about Robin? Are you sure you understand who he really is?
“From what I know, Robin is the largest shareholder in Dunn Group, the President of Eastvale Development Group, and he’s got strong connections with people like Rygar, Daphne, and even the Wrights in city government. “If Robin were just some nobody, do you really think Shirley, Daphne, and all these powerful people would be involved with him?”
Alice was taken aback.
Raymond had a point.
But whenever she looked at Robin, all she saw was the same incompetent guy she’d always known.
Earlier that evening, Alice had been fooled by his performance on stage and decided to follow him, wanting to see for herself if he really lived in Villa One at Dawnspire Heights Estates.
She’d followed him all this way, only for him to claim he’d forgotten his access card at the gate.
Does he think I’m stupid?
Alice smirked to herself.
Everyone says you’re some big shot, Robin, but I don’t buy it!
Watching you pretend to be important is just laughable!
Seeing that Alice was set on her own view, Raymond decided not to say anything further.
Everyone had their own way of seeing the world and living their life.
He certainly didn’t feel any obligation to help Alice understand the truth.
After Alice and Raymond left, Vera chuckled to herself.
Oh, Alice … you just weren’t meant to have this kind of luck.
I’ve already shown you the truth, but you refuse to believe it.
If you’d just had a little patience tonight, you would have seen everything for yourself.
Maybe it’s fate your motives weren’t sincere, and that’s why Robin happened to forget his access card.
But even that little bit of waiting was too much for you, so you chose to give up.
No one can help you with that.
In the end, your own foolishness defeated you.
Once, you were given the chance of a lifetime, and you threw it away.
You’re truly pitiful.
A short while later, Logan called. “Mr. Ramsey, I’m so sorry. I was handling some business and had left my phone with one of my guys. I apologize for missing your call-how can I help?” Robin briefly explained the situation.
When Logan heard that Robin had been stopped by the guards, he immediately contacted them.
The guard received Logan’s message and hurried over to Robin. “I apologize, Mr. Ramsey…
”
Robin waved it off. “You were just doing your job. No worries. Would you mind driving me up to Villa One?”
Vera interjected, “I’ll take you up.”
Robin glanced back at her. “Go on home, Vera.”
Vera stared at him in disbelief. “You’re telling me to drive myself home in the middle of the night?”
Unbelievable.
You’re really okay with letting me drive back alone?
“Get in the car. I’ll drive you home!”
Vera pushed Robin into the passenger seat and drove directly into the estate.
As they entered Villa One at Dawnspire Heights Estates, Vera took a deep breath. “It really does feel like coming home. It’s been a while since I was last here… I almost missed it.” Robin looked at her and smirked. “You’re acting like this is your place.”
“Yes, from now on, this will be my home,” Vera replied casually.
“Alright, whatever makes you happy.”
Vera stepped in front of Robin, staring into his eyes. “You’ve done so much for me. How should I thank you?
“I already said I’ll be your girlfriend! Then this place will be my home, won’t it?”
Robin ignored her and kept walking toward the main hall.
“Robin, are you serious? What, are you afraid I’ll eat you up?” Vera called after him.
Robin shook his head. “It’s late. Go wash up and get some sleep. Tomorrow’s another day.”
“Robin, answer me this-when you grabbed my hand on stage tonight, was that real?”
Robin stopped, turned around, and looked at her, noticing the flush on her cheeks. “Don’t bring it up. You totally took advantage of me today-I’m still not over it!”
And with that, he headed up the stairs to the second floor.
Vera stood there, stunned. “You grabbed my hand and held on tight, and now you’re saying I took advantage of you? Unbelievable!”
In a fit of frustration, she slipped off one of her high heels and threw it at his back.
“You jerk! You have the nerve to say I took advantage of you?”
Robin caught the shoe mid-air with one hand and tossed it right out the window. “If you don’t want it, then don’t!”
Then he went up to the second floor and closed his door.
“He threw my shoe out the window? Are you kidding me?! Those were brand new! I just bought them today for 80,000! Just like that?”
Vera stood in the hall, stunned and fuming. “Robin, you jerk! You wasteful man! Come out here!”
She waited a while, but the door to his room stayed closed.
“What a weirdo…
”
After standing there fuming for a bit longer, she sighed, feeling exhausted.
She’d have to let it go for now.
“Fine, I’ll get my energy back and deal with this jerk first thing in the morning!”
She returned to the room she used to stay in, took a hot shower, and then lay down in bed, listening for any sound.
Was he really not coming over?
She lay there, wide-eyed, waiting most of the night, but never heard his footsteps.
“D*mn it! Robin, you coward! You’re not even a real man!” she muttered as she drifted off to sleep.
“Bang! Bang!” A loud knock on her door startled Vera awake.
Ha! So he couldn’t resist after all!
She opened the door, only to be met with Robin’s stern face. “Hurry up! It’s almost time for work!
“Anna’s management team already called me. She’s helping you run Silva Group, and as the CEO, you can’t exactly skip out, can you?”
Vera blinked, finally snapping awake.
It was already 7:30 a.m.
There was no time for breakfast-she grabbed her things and raced to the Silva Group building.
In the car, Robin noticed that Vera was barefoot.
“Vera, seriously? You’re the CEO of Silva Group, and you’re going to work barefoot? Where are your shoes?”
She glared at him. “You’re really asking where my shoes went? Last night, you threw both of them into the lake! Or did you conveniently forget that part?”
“I threw your shoes into the lake? I … don’t remember that at all.” Robin’s voice trailed off as he realized he might’ve just confessed.
“Don’t you play dumb with me! When we get to town, you’re buying me a new pair of shoes! Those shoes cost me 80,000 dollars, do you have any idea how heartbroken I am?”
Robin rolled his eyes. “I’m not buying you shoes. And anyway, it’s early; no stores are open yet. Just have your assistant order a pair for you later.”
Vera huffed. “Every time we go up to that mansion of yours on Dawnspire Heights Estates, you find some excuse to get rid of my shoes!
“The last time, I had to walk out of there in socks, and Piper laughed at me for a week!
“And this time, I don’t even have flip-flops! Robin, I swear, if you do this again…”
Robin raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?”
She hesitated, then said with a defiant smile, “I’ll just camp out in your precious mansion and never leave!”
They bickered the whole drive. Just as they were about to reach the Silva Group building, Robin spotted a small shoe store open on the side of the road. “Fine, fine, stop complaining. There’s a shoe shop over there. I’ll get you a pair.” He paused.
“What’s your size again?”
“Size 6!” Vera covered her mouth to hide a grin, feeling oddly thrilled.
Finally, he’s buying something for me!
Robin went over to the shop and, without much thought, picked out a pair of slip-on sandals for ten dollars.
Vera watched him from the car, feeling a warm glow inside.
She imagined the nice, stylish shoes Robin might bring back for her.
Maybe today will actually be a good day, she thought with a smile.
After paying, Robin noticed the shoes weren’t even bagged. “Hey, don’t you have a box or something for these?”
The shopkeeper gave him a look. “A box? For a ten-dollar pair of sandals?”
Robin looked down at the sandals. Fair enough. The box would probably be worth more than the shoes themselves. “Well… how about a plastic bag, at least?”
The shopkeeper sighed, rummaging around under the counter before producing a crumpled, slightly dirty plastic bag.
Robin raised an eyebrow. “This is the best you’ve got?”
“Sir,” the shopkeeper replied with a sigh, “business is tough these days. Margins are tight.”
Robin rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever.”
He slipped the sandals into the plastic bag and walked back to the car.
Vera waited, her excitement growing. He probably picked out something fashionable, she thought to herself, imagining him bringing back a pair of elegant heels. But when she saw the crumpled plastic bag he was carrying, her face fell.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! Robin, these are the shoes you bought?”
Robin nodded, handing her the bag. “Yep, size 6. The shopkeeper said they were the finest pair they had.”
“How much did you pay for these?” she asked, her voice rising.
“Ten dollars,” Robin replied as he got back in the car.
Vera nearly lost it. “You expect me to wear ten-dollar shoes to the office?
“Where I meet with people who manage billion-dollar portfolios?
“Then don’t wear them.” Robin shrugged. “This was the most expensive pair they had. The guy even tried to sell me a two-dollar pair, but I didn’t go that cheap.”
Vera shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this. I threw out my 80,000 dollars shoes only to end up with ten-dollar slip-on sandals.”
She opened the bag and looked at the shoes-green plastic with tacky little bows and gaudy floral patterns around the edges. “Gosh, I’ll look like a total fool if I wear these!” she muttered.
Robin sighed. “Just wear them for now. Better than going barefoot. You can buy a new pair at the mall across from your office. “I think they probably open at nine.”
“Great, just great,” Vera grumbled. “Thanks to you, today’s going to be a long day of getting laughed at.”
When they reached the entrance to Silva Group, Vera stepped out of the car in her bright green slip-on sandals.
The receptionists and security guards at the entrance immediately noticed her unusual footwear.
She could feel eyes following her as she walked through the lobby.
“Hey, check out Ms. Silva’s shoes today. Bold choice!”
“Is it the trending wear?”
“Yeah, I think that’s the new trend-bringing back that classic, old-school style … ”
Vera held back a laugh. They actually think these ten-dollar shoes are some kind of high fashion…
Sarah rushed over as Vera entered the office. “Ms. Silva!”
Vera waved a hand dismissively. “Stop calling me that.”
Sarah glanced down at her shoes, trying not to laugh. “Vera, those shoes are… um, quite the statement.”
She then laughed.
“Oh, shut it. For your information, Robin got me these,” Vera said, rolling her eyes.
Sarah’s eyes widened. “Robin gave you those? That’s … bold of him.”
Vera gritted her teeth. “Enough about the shoes!
“In fact, send out a memo-anyone caught talking about my shoes today loses 2,000 dollars from their paycheck!”
She hurried to her office, feeling both embarrassed and oddly satisfied.
Robin, you jerk, just wait! I’ll get you back for this, she thought.
But as she closed her office door, she couldn’t help but smile. At least he bought me something …
“Those kids,” she thought to herself, “thinking they’ll get anything from Robin Ramsey. He’s not exactly known for his generosity.”
She chuckled, remembering the ten-dollar pair of shoes he’d bought her.
“Well,” she mused, “at least he got me a little something.”
She barely had a moment to settle in before her phone rang. It was Raymond. “Vera, I’d love to take you out to lunch today.” “Lunch? Why?” Vera asked, surprised.
Raymond hesitated. “I was hoping you could help me get in touch with Robin.
“I’m really grateful for the opportunity he gave me after the incident at the Harmont Bar.”
“I’ve tried, but I can’t seem to approach him. Vera, I know you two are close. Would you be willing to put in a good word for me?”
“Exactly. I’m hosting a small gathering with some top people in Harmonfield, and everyone’s been talking about Robin. If you could just … help me connect with him, I’d be grateful.” Vera sighed. “I can’t guarantee he’ll agree, Raymond. But send me the details, and I’ll see what I can do.
“I’ll do my best to bring it up. Send me the details of your gathering, and I’ll gauge his interest.”
Raymond’s voice was thick with gratitude. “Vera, thank you so much. I really owe you one.”
“Forget about it,” she said, cutting him off. “You know I don’t need the formalities. And I know you’re hoping to get in Robin’s good graces.”
She paused, her tone turning serious. “But let me tell you something-Robin’s not like those other upper-class guys. If you want to get close to him, sincerity is key. No games.”
“Don’t worry,” Raymond assured her. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I genuinely want to get to know him. He helped me out before, and I want to return the favor.”
…
Robin took Vera’s car to East City Development Group.
During the road, he sneezed repeatedly.
He frowned, muttering to himself, “Who’s talking bad about me?”
Then he smirked, “It’s probably Vera cursing me out.”
Vera, d*mn you!
As he continued walking, he kept muttering under his breath, half-cursing Vera back.
He’d just entered the lobby when he ran into Piper.
“Robin, why didn’t you come back to Graceview Apartments last night?” she asked.
Robin frowned. “Where I stay is none of your business.”
“Of course, it’s my business!” Piper purred, leaning in with an exaggerated pout. “I already forgave you, so why are you still avoiding me?”
She huffed and continued, “I even warned Rosalie to move out of your place last night! You should just move back in, Robin. Then we could go to work together, leave work together… wouldn’t that be nice?” Robin just stared at her, clearly unimpressed. “You’re delusional.”
At that moment, Shirley stepped into the elevator.
She glanced between Robin and Piper, quickly assessing the tension between them.
Once the doors closed, an awkward silence filled the space.
Finally, Piper couldn’t hold back any longer. “Ms. Dunn, there’s something I need to report.”
Shirley turned to her, expression calm but curious. “Go ahead.”
“Do you still remember the Graceview Apartments you gave to Robin? He just let Rosalie move in!” Piper huffed.
Shirley raised an eyebrow. “So?”
Piper blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Ms. Dunn, aren’t you … bothered by that?”
Shirley’s brow creased slightly. “Why would I be?
“Anything I give to Mr. Ramsey is his to do with as he pleases; that’s his choice.”
She tilted her head slightly, her voice cool and measured. “If he decided to let Rosalie stay there, I’m sure he has his reasons. What exactly are you trying to imply, Piper?”
Caught off guard by Shirley’s response, Piper stammered, “I-I just thought… well, doesn’t it seem inappropriate? What if Rosalie … gets the wrong idea?”
Shirley’s expression turned frosty. “Piper, this is Robin’s personal business. Neither you nor I have any right to interfere. Are you trying to sow discord between Robin and me? Or are you just attempting to slander him?”
Seeing Piper’s stunned expression, Shirley continued, “I warned you before to focus on your work and avoid spreading gossip around the office. I don’t tolerate that sort of behavior here.
“If you don’t shape up, you’re going to find yourself out of chances.”
The elevator doors opened on Piper’s floor, and Shirley gave her a pointed look. “This is your stop. Please step out.”
Piper hesitated, clearly wanting to protest, but Shirley’s expression left no room for argument. Reluctantly, she exited the elevator, visibly flustered.
As the doors closed, Shirley turned to Robin with a sigh. “Looks like Piper has a bit of a grudge against you. I’ve heard about the situation with Rosalie, too. If she needs assistance, let me know. The company has a relief fund that could help.” Robin nodded. “Alright. I’ll pass that along to Rosalie.”
Shirley gave him a warm smile, leaning a little closer. “So… tomorrow after work, how about coming over to my place? I’ll cook for us.”
As soon as Robin arrived at his office, he got a call from Leonardo.
Apparently, Leonardo was planning to come to Harmonfield this weekend to personally apologize for Ivy’s offenses toward Robin. Robin didn’t object.
He didn’t feel the need to offer any opinion on the Dickers’ attempt to make amends.
In his world, there was no such thing as forgiveness without consequences.
Mistakes require payment.
After playing a quick round of games, Robin’s phone started buzzing cheerfully again. It was Vera calling.
Seeing her bright, smiling face in the WhatsApp profile photo made his headache worse. She’s probably calling about the shoes. This woman never seems to let things go.
He slipped on his headset, deciding to ignore the call.
But Vera was relentless, redialing over and over again.
Her WhatsApp profile picture kept flashing on his screen, smiling at him with that goofy look.
From the looks of it, she wouldn’t stop until he picked up.
Robin narrowed his eyes at her photo, muttering, “Vera, you’re a menace! A total menace. Ha! Absolute troublemaker, through and through…”
This was oddly satisfying.
Muttering to himself made him feel surprisingly better.
Finally, he gave in and tapped to answer the video call, curious to see her reaction after his little private venting session.
“Did you just sneeze?”
Before she could say anything, Robin immediately asked.
“Maybe he really does care about me,” she thought, grinning to herself.
Quickly pulling out a tissue, she pretended to sniffle, putting on a slightly pitiful expression. “Yeah, a little …”
Robin studied her through the video, murmuring to himself. “Huh… maybe there’s something to it. They say if someone’s talking about you, you’ll sneeze or feel your ears burn …” He leaned closer to the screen, saying, “Hold on-let me check. Are your ears red?”
“What?” Vera blinked, surprised. “You want to see my ears?”
Does he have a thing for ears and necks? What is he even thinking?
Her heart began to race, and a warm blush spread across her cheeks.
Robin tilted his head, squinting at her through the camera. Sure enough, her ears looked red, and he chuckled, muttering to himself, “Well, what do you know? Guess it really does work.” “Uh… what are you mumbling about?” Vera asked, bewildered.
Without thinking, Robin answered, “Oh, I was just testing something. I cursed you a bit earlier to see if you’d start sneezing or if your ears would get hot.”
Vera froze, realizing what he’d said.
What a jerk!
She’d thought he opened the video call to check in on her, maybe even show a bit of warmth and for a moment, she’d actually felt touched.
But no, it was all because he’d been cursing her to test a theory.
“Robin! You jerk!” Vera roared into the phone.
Her shout was loud enough to make him jump back, eyes wide as he realized his slip-up.
As Robin glanced at Vera’s annoyed expression on the other end of the call, he sighed and said, “If you’re not going to tell me why you called, I’m hanging up … Vera finally stopped yelling.
“Alright, go ahead. What’s this about? I’m very busy, you know.” Robin intentionally panned his camera around his desk, showing off his “work” setup.
Vera’s furious expression melted instantly into a bright smile. “I have good news! Today, wearing those shoes you bought me, I’ve practically become a fashion icon at Silva Group. “Several of the execs have been sneaking around, asking where they can buy a pair just like these.”
She continued, “By the way, Robin, I actually forgot which street you bought these on. Do you remember?”
This woman’s mood changes way too fast.
One second she’s a lion roaring at me, and the next, she’s like a giddy schoolgirl.
Ten-dollar shoes have become the hottest trend at Silva Group, huh?
And the execs are all asking about them?
“I’m not sure about the exact street, but I do remember the shop owner saying they’d been sitting in storage for years with no one buying them-only one pair left,” Robin replied. “So I doubt your high-powered executives are going to get their hands on any.”
“Limited edition? Perfect! Now I don’t have to worry,” Vera laughed over the phone.
“Robin, let me tell you! These shoes are honestly my favorite pair I’ve ever worn!”
Robin’s mouth twitched. “Then, by all means, keep wearing them.”
It’s just a ten-dollar pair of shoes, and she’s this thrilled?
“Alright, if that’s all, I’m hanging up now. I’ve got a ton of work to do.
“Work, my foot! Don’t think I don’t know you’re just playing games and scrolling videos all day!” Vera snorted.
“The real reason I called is to invite you to a gathering tonight.”
Robin rejected the idea immediately. “A gathering? No thanks. I hate those social scenes.”
Vera tried to explain, “Raymond called me this morning. He mentioned how you helped him out at the Hawaiian Bar and really wants to thank you with a proper invitation.”
“I already told you, that was nothing just a small favor. There’s no need … ”
Seeing he was determined not to go, Vera changed tactics. “Alright then, if you don’t want to go, why don’t you join me for some shoe shopping at the mall this afternoon? You can help me pick out a new pair …” “Fine, I’ll go to the gathering,” Robin replied immediately, cutting her off.
No way was he about to subject himself to an afternoon of shopping with Vera. That sounded like a nightmare.
“Great!” Vera laughed. “I’ll send you the address for the Violet Private Club.”
When Raymond heard that Robin had agreed to come, he was thrilled.
Tonight was his chance to make a good impression.
If he could establish a connection with Robin, the Hamptons could potentially rise as quickly as the Silva Group had.
The Hamptons had once been one of the prestigious old families in Harmonfield.
Back before the Hamilton family’s recent ascent, the Hamptons had held a strong position in the city.
However, in the past few years, their business opportunities had been steadily squeezed out by the growing influence of the Hamilton family.
As the Universal Group’s power surged, the Hampton family’s fortunes declined.
Raymond was one of the younger members of the Hampton family, but he hadn’t made a name for himself yet.
This lack of accomplishment often drew criticism from his relatives, who expected more from him.
Seeing Vera’s rapid rise to prominence as the head of Silva Group had been a wake-up call for him.
He’d uncovered a critical piece of information.
Vera’s success was largely due to the support of Robin. His help had propelled Silva Group to become one of the leading families in Harmonfield almost overnight.
With Robin’s agreement to attend the gathering at the Violet Private Club that evening, Raymond wasted no time and set about making preparations for the night ahead.
To create an unforgettable experience for Robin, Raymond quickly ordered top-tier food and drinks.
He even selected the most elegant and attractive staff to serve that night.
Besides, he also invited the most prominent sons and daughters of Harmonfield’s elite families.
He promised them an unforgettable night, boasting that he’d invited a mysterious guest to their club.
This guest, he explained, was the same person who had come to Raymond’s aid at the Harmont Bar.
He then proceeded to weave a tale of this guest’s incredible feats, claiming he had single-handedly defeated Shaun, the little overlord of Abyssal Dominion’s boxing ring, along with Sam, the deputy head of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance, and Leo, the heir of the Poison King Sect.
He even forced Eric, the young heir to the Hamilton fortune, to kneel and bark like a dog. Even Rygar of Abyssal Dominion had to bow before him.
The young and wealthy crowd had long heard whispers of the legendary events at the Harmont Bar.
Excitement rippled through them when Raymond announced he’d invited the mysterious figure from that night to their gathering.
After all, the desire for power and the admiration of strength transcended social class.
Who wouldn’t want to rub shoulders with someone who could make even Harmonfield’s underground kingpin, Rygar, bow down? Raymond, eager to impress, arrived early at the Violet Private Club.
It was a luxurious establishment he’d founded during the Hampton family’s peak.
Originally intended as a private playground for him and his friends, the club still held its allure, even though the Hamptons’ influence had waned somewhat.
They remained one of Harmonfield’s top families, their power undeniable.
At 6 PM, Robin received a call from Vera.
“Raymond just called, and he’s already at the Violet Private Club waiting for us.
“But Anna just scheduled a last-minute meeting at work to sort out some interdepartmental issues,” Vera added apologetically.
“I’ll be late. Can you go ahead without me? I’ll catch up as soon as I’m done.”
Robin checked the time and nodded. “Fine, just send me the location for the club.
“Oh, and I took your car to work this morning. How are you getting there?” he asked.
“No problem,” Vera replied. “I’ll just grab a taxi.”
“Actually, let me have Amber drive you over,” Robin suggested before hanging up. He then got into his Land Rover and headed toward the Violet Private Club on the southern outskirts of Harmonfield.
As he was leaving the parking lot, his phone buzzed. It was Rita.
“Mr. Ramsey, Ms. West is feeling unwell,” she said, sounding worried. “She’s experiencing intense discomfort like she’s being bitten all over by thousands of ants.”
“That’s probably a reaction from removing the Soul-Eating Charm,” Robin replied, checking his GPS. “Where are you now?”
“We’re on our way to a project site in the southern district. There’s been a minor issue there,” Rita replied.
“I’m also heading to the southern district.
“I’m now on my way for a gathering at the Violet Private Club,” Robin said.
“I’ll send you the exact address. We can meet there.”
With the location settled, Robin continued on his way.
The Violet Private Club was nestled at the foot of Harmonfield Mountain, surrounded by lush forest.
The atmosphere was serene and elegant, with a high-end aesthetic.
To the left of the main building was a spacious parking area.
Following the signs, Robin pulled his Land Rover into the lot.
As he scanned the vehicles around him, he noticed they were all luxury models worth at least half a million dollars, their sleek exteriors gleaming under the neon lights.
It looked more like an upscale car show than a parking lot.
Robin’s rugged Land Rover stood out like a sore thumb amid the sea of glossy sports cars.
While most people would consider a 150,000 dollar Land Rover fairly luxurious, it looked almost out of place here.
Just as he was about to park, a security guard marched over.
There was a baton in his hand and a scowl of irritation on his face.
The guard waved his baton, signaling for Robin to back up.
“You can’t park here,” he sneered.
“This lot isn’t fo… cars like yours. Move it out. Now.”
Robin looked around, confused. “Why should I move my car? Isn’t this a parking lot?”
“Of course it’s a parking lot,” the security guard snapped, waving his baton at Robin’s car with obvious irritation. “But it’s not for cars like yours! Now move along!”
It was as if the sight of Robin’s Land Rover was an insult to his eyes. “Soon, real cars are going to arrive, and with your junk parked here, you’re blocking their way in!” Robin stared back at him, unruffled. “If this is a parking lot, where else am I supposed to park if not here?”
The guard snorted, pointing at the surrounding vehicles. “Are you blind? Do you even see what kind of cars are parked here? With a beat-up piece of junk like yours in the middle, aren’t you embarrassed? I sure as hell can’t stand looking at it. Now get out of here!” Robin glanced around the parking area and found that there were plenty of open spots.
He smirked slightly and said, “Calling my car junk, huh? What do you drive?”
Caught off guard, the guard stammered, “I … I take the bus.”
Just then, a loud honking interrupted them.
A Lamborghini roared into view, the engine revving aggressively.
A young man, his face contorted in annoyance, leaned out the window and barked, “Are you kidding me with this? Get this heap out of my way! I can’t even park! Get it out of here!”
Recognizing the Lamborghini driver, the guard’s expression immediately softened into a deferential smile. “I apologize, Mr. Bennett. Your spot’s ready. Please wait just a moment while I get this junk out of the way.”
Turning back to Robin, the guard’s face darkened again. “Move your car. Mr. Bennett needs to park here.”
Robin raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the guard’s fawning attitude. “I’m here for the club event too. Why shouldn’t I park here? And I don’t plan on moving. You can figure it out.”
The guard’s anger flared as he pointed his baton at Robin. “Are you trying to start trouble?
“Listen up, this is the Hamptons Private Club. If you want to cause a scene, you’ve picked the wrong place. Now move your car!”
Dane Bennett, the Lamborghini driver, grew increasingly irritated as Robin made no move to leave. He climbed out of his car and smacked his hand on the hood of Robin’s Land Rover. “What kind of trash pulls up here? Move this heap already!
“Tonight’s an important event. We’re expecting a high-profile guest, and I’m telling you-messing with me is one thing, but if you mess up his night, you’ll regret it.”
Robin raised an eyebrow, noting his arrogant posture. This guy was practically begging for a lesson.
Without another word, Robin stepped out of his car and gestured toward the guard. “My car is parked right here. Do your job and keep an eye on it. Otherwise, you’ll be the one in trouble.” With that, Robin turned and started walking toward the club.
The guard was left dumbfounded.
Who does this guy think he is? He’s driving a car that’s maybe worth only 100 grand, and he’s acting like he owns the place?
Dane, still fuming, glared at Robin’s back. “You think you can just ignore me? Leave now, or I’ll turn your precious Land Rover into a pile of scrap metal!”
Robin didn’t bother acknowledging the threat, continuing his calm walk toward the entrance.
Dane’s rage only grew.
This lowlife in a beat-up SUV thinks he can disrespect me, huh?
He ran after Robin and aimed a hard kick at his back.
Robin didn’t even flinch as if he knew the kick would miss by a mile.
He couldn’t be bothered with such crass behavior.
Dane, thrown off balance, stumbled forward, his kick hitting nothing but air.
Humiliated, he yelled, “Stop right there! Do you even know who you’re dealing with?”
Robin kept walking, barely registering the outburst.
People like this would eventually end up getting a real lesson, sooner or later.
Humiliation burned through Dane.
This nobody, this insignificant speck of dust, had dared to mock me, to challenge my authority!
You’ll regret this. I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.
Now furious, Bennett charged forward again, this time launching a full-force roundhouse kick aimed at Robin’s head.
But once again, Robin didn’t even pause.
Dane’s kick sailed past, and he nearly lost his balance, crashing into the ground.
He trembled with rage.
He then launched himself at Robin with a furious 360-degree spin kick, but the attack missed its mark.
The force of his own move threw him off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground in an embarrassing heap.
As Robin walked calmly away, Dane’s fury boiled over.
“Hey!” he shouted, pointing after him. “Who do you think you are? Stop right there!
“Do you even know who I am? I’m Dane Bennett, the owner of Honorbound Taekwondo Club, the biggest Taekwondo club in Harmonfield! I challenge you to a fight!” Robin didn’t even bother to turn around. “You’re not worth my time,” he said dismissively, continuing on his way.
The security guard rushed to Dane’s side, his face etched with concern. “Mr. Bennett, are you alright?”
Dane angrily shook off the guard’s grip. “Seriously, a broke nobody in a beat-up Land Rover dares to ignore me? I’ll turn his junk into scrap metal!”
The security guard thought Dane was just bluffing.
But to his shock, Dane actually went back to his car, pulled out a metal rod, and started bashing the Land Rover with all his strength.
The guard watched in horror, his heart racing.
Did a car worth hundreds of thousands, smashed up just like that?
Under Dane’s relentless assault, the once-intact Land Rover quickly became a wreck, barely recognizable.
But even after battering it, Dane still felt unsatisfied with how Robin had dismissed him.
So, he climbed back into his Lamborghini, reversed about 60 feet, and then accelerated forward, ramming straight into the battered Land Rover. Once. Twice. Three times…
The roar of his engine and the sickening crunch of metal on metal echoed through the parking lot.
By the time he was finished, Dane’s Lamborghini had reduced the Land Rover to a pile of mangled metal.
However, his own car wasn’t much better.
The scene left the guard staring in stunned disbelief.
Dane had a temper that was off the charts.
Together, those cars were worth millions. All were wrecked because of a single flash of anger.
After the final impact, Dane’s fury finally began to subside.
He glanced at the now-crumpled Land Rover in the corner and suddenly broke into laughter. “I turned your car into a heap of scrap. Let’s see you act tough now!
“Mess with me over a parking space, huh? You’re begging for trouble!”
The guard, still in shock, muttered, “Mr. Bennett, your car… it’s also … uh, pretty banged up…
Dane scoffed, unconcerned. “Whatever. I’ll just get my dad to buy me a new one!”
Then the guard added nervously, “Uh… Mr. Bennett, I saw that guy in the Land Rover go into the club just now…”
Dane paused, then grinned wickedly. “Perfect. Once I see Raymond, I’ll make sure that guy regrets ever crossing me. Who does he think he is, trying to sneak into our circle? He’s asking for it!” Meanwhile, Robin had just entered the Violet Private Club and received a call from Vera.
“Robin, where are you? The meeting’s just wrapped up. I’m on my way, so I’ll be there shortly.”
Robin looked around at the club’s decor and found a seat. “I’m already here.”
“Great! Raymond’s been waiting for you. I’ll give him a call to come greet you.”
After hanging up with Vera, she quickly contacted Raymond to let him know Robin had arrived.
Right then, Robin received a message from Rita, letting him know they had just entered the southern part of the city and would arrive at the Violet Private Club within ten minutes.
After finishing the call, Robin ordered himself a glass of red wine and settled back, scanning the room.
Dane strode into the club shortly afterward. This was his regular haunt, after all.
Raymond and the other wealthy heirs of Harmonfield’s elite often held gatherings here.
Over the years, the club had become a popular hangout for the city’s high-society sons and daughters.
Among them, Dane was a well-known figure.
His father owned a taekwondo gym.
Through his many students, he had built a network of wealthy contacts.
Providing bodyguards and security personnel to these individuals was a lucrative business, and Dane was responsible for supplying most of the security for the Hampton Group.
In fact, most of the Hamptons Group’s security force came through Dane’s network.
As soon as he entered, a group of young elites flocked around him, showering him with compliments.
Then Dane’s gaze landed on Robin, who was casually sitting on one of the couches, scrolling through his phone.
Dane’s lip curled as he spoke to the other wealthy heirs gathered around him. “Can you believe that idiot parked his beat-up Land Rover in my spot? So I smashed his car up! Feels great, doesn’t it? Haha… ”
The group of young elites burst into laughter, casting disdainful glances at Robin, who sat across the room with his eyes fixed on his phone.
“Dane, someone actually dared to mess with you? And they’re driving a Land Rover?”
“A broke nobody like that thinks he can just waltz into the Violet Private Club?”
“Hey, hey… are we sure he’s not a friend of Raymond?”
The group sneered and egged Dane on with mocking comments.
Dane scoffed, “You really think someone on Raymond’s level would hang out with a guy who drives a Land Rover? This guy’s probably a door-to-door salesman.
“Don’t you all know? We get these types trying to sneak into the club all the time. They act rich, hoping to slip into our circle and maybe land a few investors.”
The heirs nodded in agreement, giving Robin looks of open contempt.
“That guy’s probably selling insurance, stocks, or cheap real estate.”
“Right? A wannabe in a cheap Land Rover trying to act tough in our club; he’s begging for trouble!”
“Come on, Dane, let’s go mess with him. Make sure he thinks twice before coming here and pretending to be one of us.”
Bored and looking for a thrill, the group started jeering. “Go on, Dane, give him a lesson. Show him what happens when he tries to fake being high-class around us!” Dane hadn’t planned on causing a scene in the club tonight.
Raymond had specifically told everyone to keep things civil since he had invited a special guest.
But with so many people riling him up, Dane finally decided to go along. He strolled over to Robin, followed by the rest of the crowd, eager to watch the show.
Dane loved the attention and was known for being the loudest in the room.
Seeing him and his group approach Robin, other rich kids in the club quickly gathered around, anticipating the entertainment.
Though Dane wasn’t the top fighter in Harmonfield, he’d trained in taekwondo since he was young under his father’s guidance, making him a formidable opponent for most.
These rich kids, idle and used to bullying those beneath them, found it exhilarating to gang up on someone they viewed as an outsider.
To them, this kind of harassment was a sport.
The biggest thrill in collectively bullying the weak was that they faced no real risk to themselves while still enjoying the satisfaction of dominating others.
Dane walked up to Robin, putting one leg up on the couch beside him and gesturing between his legs. “Alright, kid, here’s your one chance. Crawl between my legs, and I might just let you off for trying to sneak into our circle.” Dane’s words were met with roars of laughter from the crowd around him.
Everyone in the Violet Private Club looked at Robin with mocking eyes.
A guy rolling up in a cheap Land Rover, daring to cross someone like Dane, huh? They could only imagine the humiliation he was about to endure.
A group of men and women laughed gleefully, waiting for the spectacle of Robin crawling under Dane’s legs.
Some of the women had already pulled out their phones, eager to capture the moment and share it on social media.
“Hurry up and crawl, now!” a woman in a pink miniskirt taunted, her phone poised and ready to record.
She struck a smug pose, her voice dripping with disdain. “What’s the hold-up? Need to give a little speech before you crawl?”
“Haha!”
Laughter erupted around her, filling the room.
It was like a pack of hyenas circling what they thought was easy prey.
Robin raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, “Looks like Raymond’s going to have to pay for this.”
Dane sneered, taking a deep drag on his cigarette and blowing smoke in Robin’s direction, clearly amused. “You really think a big shot like Raymond gives a damn about trash like you?”
He laughed, mocking him. “What a joke. You actually think you’re someone important, huh?”
The crowd laughed even harder, almost falling over each other.
The woman in the pink skirt snapped photo after photo, narrating the scene with glee. “This guy actually believes he’s worth something!
“God, I’ve never heard anything more delusional!”
Robin nonchalantly waved away the smoke and fixed Dane with an icy stare.
“Here’s the deall Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. Then, maybe, I’ll let this go.”
A shocked silence fell over the room.
Was he seriously demanding an apology from Dane, a ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo?
Dane’s expression darkened, his face twisting with scorn. “Did I hear that right? You want me to get down and beg?”
He cracked his neck, smirking as though amused by some private joke. It was clear he thought he could flatten Robin without breaking a sweat.
“Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?” Dane spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “You even know where you are? This is the Violet Private Club, not some street corner where you can hustle your little sales pitch. “Now, crawl under me and get out of here while you still can, or you’re leaving this place on a stretcher.”
The woman in the pink skirt couldn’t contain herself as well. “Mr. Bennett just told you to crawl under him! What are you waiting for? Do it now! I’ve got my phone ready to go live!”
Another woman nearby, dressed provocatively, laughed as she eyed Robin with exaggerated delight. “Oh, honey, I can’t wait to see you scurry under Mr. Bennett like a little lapdog. That’s just the kind of entertainment I came for tonight.”
But Robin didn’t move. His calm defiance seemed to frustrate the crowd even more. “Are you going to crawl or not?” the pink-skirted woman demanded, her tone sharp with impatience. “If you keep this up, Mr. Bennett’s gonna make you regret every second you wasted!” “God, you really must be brain-dead if you thought you could just waltz into our circle and disrespect Mr. Bennett,” she sneered, her voice rising above the crowd as she egged on the growing mob.
This kind of woman clearly had her sights set on a wealthy partner.
Her showy behavior was likely aimed at attracting the attention of men like Dane or one of the other wealthy young men in the club.
Meanwhile, Dane was beginning to feel the pressure.
He had expected Robin to meekly obey and crawl under him by now.
However, Robin hadn’t moved an inch.
In fact, the way Robin held his ground almost seemed to overshadow him.
Behind Dane, a few of the other men were laughing and taunting him.
“What are you waiting for, Dane? This guy clearly doesn’t know his place. Just teach him a lesson and toss him out!”
Dane had initially intended for Robin to crawl under him and leave it at that.
After all, this was Raymond’s venue, and he didn’t want to cause too much trouble.
To his surprise, Robin refused to back down.
His unexpected defiance put him in a difficult position.
Men and women encircled him, their jeering laughter echoing as they waited for him to make a scene.
If he backed down now, he’d lose his reputation in front of everyone.
And in his world, reputation was everything.
The Bennetts’ survival hinged on the support of Harmonfield’s elite.
To maintain their status, he needed to find a way to maintain his reputation. Without it, the Bennetts were nothing.
Gritting his teeth, Dane finally snapped. “Alright, kid, since you’re too stupid to know when to back down, I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”
He lifted his leg and aimed a powerful kick at Robin’s head.
The crowd instinctively stepped back.
They didn’t want to get blood on their designer clothes if Dane’s kick made a mess.
But Robin didn’t even flinch. He calmly raised a hand and caught Dane’s ankle mid-kick, holding it firmly in place.
Dane’s face twisted in shock.
He’d been practicing martial arts for over a decade, and he hadn’t expected his kick to be stopped so easily.
His ankle felt like it was locked in a vise. “Wha-? Let … let go of me!” Dane stammered, struggling to pull his leg free.
Robin smirked. “Let you go? It’s too late for that.”
Still seated, Robin casually kicked Dane’s other leg out from under him.
There was a sickening crack as Dane’s legs split into a forced split, sending him crashing to the floor in agony. He rolled on the ground, clutching his groin, his face twisted in pain. The crowd, who had moments before been eagerly anticipating Robin’s humiliation, stood in stunned silence.
This was not the outcome they had expected.
For a moment, the Violet Private Club was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Dane lay on the floor, writhing in pain. Through gritted teeth, he managed to snarl, “You … you bastard! You’re dead! I’ll make sure you regret ever laying a hand on me!”
Robin calmly took a napkin and wiped his hands, his expression cool and indifferent. “Regret? I don’t think so.”
The women in the crowd who had initially looked down on Robin now stared at him with something close to admiration.
His words and actions embodied true masculinity.
Whether Robin’s claims were genuine or just bluster didn’t matter.
He had proven himself, commanding respect with his sheer presence.
No one dared to judge him based on the perceived value of his car.
Robin sneered, looking down at Dane. “I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it.”
With a look of utter disdain, he lifted his foot and brought it down hard on Dane’s shin. In the stillness of the club, the sickening crack of bone echoed, and it was clear-Dane’s leg was shattered. The Violet Private Club fell into a dead silence.
For these high-society types, Dane’s black belt and martial arts skills had always made him one of the most formidable among them.
But against Robin, he was nothing.
Robin’s victory was swift and decisive.
With a single, brutal maneuver, he had brought Dane down.
Every face turned to Robin, sitting calmly on the couch, a faint, almost amused smile on his face.
One young man, still processing what he’d just seen, blurted out, “You … you didn’t have to go that far!”
Robin looked at him with icy calm. “Oh, really?”
His gaze sharpened as he recognized the guy who had been one of the loudest in goading Dane earlier. “Weren’t you the one shouting the loudest a minute ago? Come here, I’ve got something to discuss with you.” The young man, pale-faced, instinctively took a step back. “W-what do you want?”
Before he could make a move, Robin was already there with a blur of motion. The next moment, the young man’s face smashed against the cold marble floor, his body pinned by Robin’s foot pressing down on his neck.
“You like bullying the weak as a group, don’t you?” Robin said coldly. “Well, let’s see how you like being on the receiving end.”
With that, he drove his heel into the young man’s face, crushing his nose.
Blood pooled on the floor as the young man rolled away, clutching his ruined face and screaming in agony.
This disfigurement would become his permanent reminder of the encounter. The wealthy young man would carry this scar for the rest of his days.
The Violet Private Club was deathly quiet, aside from the desperate, guttural cries of the man Robin had just disfigured.
Everyone else looked on in shock, their legs trembling, bodies paralyzed with fear.
They stared at Robin, now more like a predator in their eyes than a person. Who was this man? How could he be so ruthless?
Robin’s gaze swept across the room, landing on the other young men who had been laughing and taunting him moments before. He raised a finger and pointed at each of them. “Here’s your chance. Kneel, bow, and beg. Then crawl out of here. Maybe I’ll let you go.” Immediately, with a chorus of terrified gasps, seven or eight of them dropped to their knees.
Their faces pale, they stammered, “We’re sorry! We were just joking, we barely even know Dane …”
At that moment, the main doors of the club swung open, and three figures stepped inside-Daphne, Rita, and Rowan.
Seeing the scene laid out before them, they quickly assessed the situation.
Daphne’s expression turned icy. “D*mn it!”
Everyone in the room froze, their eyes widening with disbelief.
Was that Daphne West, the queen of Violetcrest International? And her two top enforcers?
What were they doing at Raymond’s club?
Could it be that the “important guest” Raymond had invited tonight was none other than Daphne herself?
Inside the Violet Private Club, the crowd of rich young heirs stared wide-eyed at the three figures who had just entered.
Every one of them recognized the trio, yet none of them had ever been close enough to actually interact with people of this caliber. Rowan walked swiftly over to Robin, bowing his head respectfully. “Mr. Ramsey, let me handle this situation.”
Robin simply nodded and sat back on the couch.
Daphne and Rita took their places beside him with expressions as cold as steel.
The entire room was electrified with shock.
Here were Harmonfield’s elite-the city’s queen and her trusted lieutenants-standing by Robin as though they were his guards.
How could this be?
Was this really the same man who drove a modest Land Rover?
Could he possibly be here to “sneak into” the Violet Private Club and mingle with these wannabe high-society heirs?
As the crowd gawked, Rowan turned toward the men who had been kneeling on the ground moments ago.
Without a word, he delivered a brutal roundhouse kick that sent them sprawling, each man clutching his face as he writhed in pain on the marble floor. Blood splattered across the polished stone.
Robin’s gaze shifted to the woman in the pink miniskirt who had been the loudest instigator. “That face of hers… she doesn’t deserve it anymore.” His voice was icy, sending chills down everyone’s spine.
The other club-goers shivered involuntarily, realizing this man had no qualms about dealing with anyone, regardless of gender.
Without hesitation, Rowan strode over to the woman.
Seeing him approach, her face went pale, and she collapsed to her knees. “I-I didn’t know who you were … I’m so sorry… please, forgive me… I was wrong…” Rowan’s face remained impassive as he grabbed her by the hair. Without mercy, he slammed her head down against the marble floor.
With a sickening crack, the marble split beneath her face.
Her scream echoed through the silent club as her features were ground into the floor, blood spreading across the fractured stone.
The room was filled with an oppressive silence, so thick that everyone could almost feel the weight of it pressing down. No one dared to lift their heads.
Inwardly, they all cursed Dane. What kind of person had he provoked here?
Whoever this man was, he clearly commanded more than just respect. Even someone as ruthless as Rowan showed him deference.
They’d all been part of the mocking chorus just moments before.
Now, each of them feared the possibility of Robin pointing his finger in their direction. If he did, it would be over.
At that moment, Raymond came hurrying in from the club’s private rooms, his face lit up with excitement. He’d been eagerly awaiting the arrival of his special guest.
But as he stepped into the scene before him, his heart plummeted.
What on earth had happened here?
“What the hell is going on?” Raymond’s mind raced, trying to process the devastation in his usually pristine club. He’d worked hard to bring Robin here as an honored guest. Who was the idiot that had ruined everything? Fury and confusion boiled within him as he silently vowed, Whoever did this is going to pay.
Raymond was trembling with rage, his whole body shaking as he imagined skinning alive the person who’d ruined his carefully planned evening.
He rushed up to Robin, almost in tears. “Mr. Ramsey, I’m so sorry. This is all because of my poor arrangements. Which idiot dared to provoke you? I swear I’ll … ” Robin tossed the keys to his Land Rover over to Raymond.
“Seems your club is just too high-end. Me pulling up in a Land Rover really spoiled everyone’s mood.
“From the security guard to these young ‘elites’, they all thought a ‘poor man’ like me was an insult to their presence here. I shouldn’t have come, really!” Raymond gripped the keys to the Land Rover, feeling like he was going insane.
He looked at Dane, curled up on the floor, and finally pieced together what had happened.
Seizing Dane by the hair, he roared, “Tell me, what the hell did you do to Mr. Ramsey’s car?!
“I swear, if there’s even a scratch, I’ll make sure the Bennetts never rise in Harmonfield again!”
Dane was filled with regret.
The Land Rover had already been reduced to a heap of twisted metal-there was nothing left to negotiate.
He never could’ve imagined that people like Daphne, Raymond, and even the legendary Rowan would treat Robin with such respect.
This wasn’t some nobody sneaking into their elite circles.
This was a powerful figure they could only dream of impressing!
If he had known who Robin was, he would’ve dropped to his knees to lick his shoes in public if that’s what it took.
But in this world, there was no cure for regret.
“Raymond… I was wrong … ” Dane stammered, pleading.
A staff member quickly pulled up the surveillance footage from the parking lot.
Raymond stared at the screen, feeling his sanity slipping away.
This wasn’t something a human would do; this was the work of a savage beast!
He tightened his grip on Dane’s hair and smashed his face into the ground. “You’re wrong, huh? You ruined everything for me, you piece of trash!
“Do you think the Bennetts are even worth a damn in front of Mr. Ramsey? Where do you get the guts to act like some rich big shot?
“Oh, you’ve got money, huh? Fine! From today on, the Hamptons will cut all ties with the Bennetts!”
Everyone in the Violet Private Club was stunned by Raymond’s words.
They now realized that the “big shot” Raymond had been talking about all night was none other than the man they’d all dismissed as a “poor loser”-Robin. Raymond had already told them about the Harmont Bar incident.
How even Rygar, one of the most feared underworld figures, had bowed to this man. Compared to someone of that caliber, what did these rich kids amount to?
Daphne, Rowan, and Rita were towering figures in Harmonfield’s elite. Yet, there they were, flanking Robin like loyal protectors. The sight brought the full weight of the situation crashing down upon them. Everyone’s hearts were pounding in their chests.
They had all followed Dane, thinking they’d have a little fun putting a nobody in his place to kill some time.
But now, the reality of their mistake was painfully clear. This was no ordinary man they’d messed with. And there would be consequences.
Raymond pointed at everyone in the club, nearly screaming in a frenzy, “You’re all damn idiots!
“You think just because you drive fancy cars and dress to impress, you’re some kind of big-shot tycoons? That you’re somehow better than everyone else? Bullshit! “You’re all just trash!
“All you know how to do is squander the pitiful amount of money your families gave you, indulging in your shallow lives. What else can you do?
“Kneel down, all of you!”
Raymond wanted nothing more than to grab a machete and hack at each one of these rich kids.
He had managed to invite Robin with great difficulty.
And, it was only through Vera Silva’s connections that he managed to do so.
And yet, it had all been ruined, thanks to that damn Dane!
In an instant, the whole club was filled with people dropping to their knees.
Raymond shook his head in bitter frustration, letting out a long sigh.
Then he turned and knelt before Robin. “Mr. Ramsey, I’ll replace your car with a new one tomorrow.
“And as for everyone who dared to offend you tonight, I won’t let a single one of them off the hook!”
Dane knew he had created a disaster beyond his worst nightmares.
This was a man who could make Rygar bow his head, who had Daphne standing by his side like a loyal attendant, and who had Rowan stepping up to defend him.
A man like this was not someone the Bennetts could afford to offend.
Even if Raymond severed all business with the Bennetts, it wouldn’t be enough.
If he couldn’t secure Robin’s forgiveness, the Bennetts wouldn’t even have a chance to survive.
Ignoring his pain, Dane crawled forward on his knees, pleading desperately, “Mr. Ramsey, I deserve to die. Please, I beg you to be merciful and spare me and the Bennetts …” Everyone who had joined Dane in mocking Robin now knelt, faces pressed to the ground.
Robin simply shook his head, got up, and walked towards the exit.
Daphne, Rita, and Rowan followed closely behind him.
Raymond tried to approach, but Rowan blocked his way.
Raymond looked at Robin, his face filled with regret. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Ramsey. I… I didn’t think things would turn out this way…
Robin stopped, glancing back at Raymond. “Your social circle is too high-end. You should never have invited me here.”
Raymond froze, staring at Robin’s retreating back with despair in his eyes.
He knew that he’d lost his chance to ever become friends with someone like Robin.
With Daphne, Rita, and Rowan flanking him, Robin headed towards the parking lot.
The same security guard from earlier noticed Robin leaving the club so soon, with three people trailing behind him.
He figured Robin must’ve been thrown out.
He stepped in front of Robin, sneering, “Kid, didn’t I tell you before? This isn’t a place for you to park. You just wouldn’t listen.”
As he spoke, the guard pointed to a corner of the parking lot, saying, “Look, your Land Rover is over there, it’s been turned into a pile of scrap metal!
“People like you really don’t know your place! Do you even know who that Mr. Bennett is? Do you have any idea what his family, the Bennetts, does… ?” Rita stepped forward and slapped the guard across the face. “You blind fool! You judge only by appearances!”
The guard was completely taken aback by the slap and was about to speak again when Raymond came up behind him, kicking him to the ground.
“You worthless trash! How dare you offend Mr. Ramsey? Are you tired of living? You’re fired. Get out!”
The guard was dumbfounded.
He watched as Robin got into Daphne’s Rolls-Royce and slowly drove away, muttering to himself, “He… he wasn’t just some broke guy driving a Land Rover?”
Raymond sneered. “You thought he was a nobody? You idiot! Are you blind? Who the hell do you think you are, to look down on him? He’s someone you couldn’t even dream of approaching. Get lost!” Just then, Vera drove up to Raymond. “Raymond, what happened? Where’s Robin?”
Raymond shook his head in frustration. “I’m sorry, Vera. I completely ruined tonight’s gathering.”
He pointed toward the Rolls-Royce disappearing into the distance, looking utterly regretful. “Mr. Ramse… Ms. West picked him up and took him away.”
The more Raymond thought about it, the angrier he became, and he turned his rage on the hapless security guard.
The guard, barely getting back on his feet, was immediately knocked down again as Raymond kicked him once more. “You miserable fool! You wouldn’t recognize true wealth if it was staring you in the face!
“In your narrow little world, you think being rich means driving luxury cars and wearing fancy clothes, right?
“Idiot! You’re just a lowly security guard! Who the hell do you think you are, looking down on someone driving a Land Rover?
“Have you ever even driven a car? What kind of car Mr. Ramsey drives has nothing to do with you!
“I hired you to work security for the Hamptons, not to be some shallow fools!”
Vera looked at Robin’s retreating figure, then back at Raymond, who was fuming with frustration. With a sigh, she said, “Mr. Hampton, I tried to help you. I gave you this opportunity, but you didn’t make the most of it. I’m leaving now.” She was about to start her car when her phone rang. It was Alice.
“Vera, are you free tomorrow?”
Vera replied, “I might not have much time. What’s up?”
Alice sounded excited. “Tomorrow, Zachary is taking me to a bridal shop in Eastvale to try on wedding dresses. I’d love for you to come with me!”
“Huh? You’re really getting engaged to Zachary?” Vera asked, surprised.
Raymond looked equally taken aback.
After a moment’s hesitation, Vera said, “Alright, I’ll do my best to find the time to stop by. Just send me the location and time.”
…
In the car, Daphne finally couldn’t bear the pain anymore and curled up in agony.
Robin inserted a dozen needles into her back, sealing several acupoints, allowing her to slowly catch her breath.
“Mr. Ramsey, recently, my entire body has felt as if it’s being gnawed by thousands of ants within my bones, and the pain gets worse each time.”
Robin nodded. “The Soul-Eating Charm has been embedded in you for over a decade, gradually consuming a large portion of your body’s essence. “What’s worse is that it’s been feeding on your soul.
“While it was still inside you, it functioned as part of you, so you didn’t feel anything unusual.
“But now that it’s been forcefully removed, it’s like you’ve lost an essential organ. Your body is struggling to function normally and feels out of balance. “You’ll need to replenish certain missing elements to restore your body’s functions gradually to a healthy state.
“Otherwise, you’ll experience increasing pain with each passing day.
“I need an herb called the Violet Wyvernroot to make a special pill.
“Once you consume the Violet Wyvernroot, it will repair the parts of your soul and essence that the charm consumed, and the pain will vanish immediately.”
Daphne thought for a moment, then said, “Violet Wyvernroot? I feel like I’ve heard of that herb somewhere …”
Robin continued, “The Violet Wyvernroot must be at least 500 years old; otherwise, it won’t be potent enough to fully alleviate your symptoms.
“I’ve already had people searching for it, but I haven’t received any updates yet.
“If we can’t locate it, I’ll have to look for substitutes.”
Daphne’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Mr. Ramsey, I just remembered something.
“A few days ago, I received an invitation to an auction being held the day after tomorrow in a small town on the east side of Harmonfield.”
“I recall that one of the items up for auction is a 700-year-old Violet Wyvernroot!
“I usually don’t have much interest in these auctions, so I hadn’t planned to attend. I’ll inquire to confirm if that particular herb is indeed available. If it is the Violet Wyvernroot, we need, I’d like to ask you to accompany me to the auction.” Robin nodded. “If that’s the case, it should make things easier.
“Rita, reach out to the auction organizers immediately and confirm if they have the item we need!” Daphne instructed, turning to Rita.
After leaving Violetcrest Club, it was already 11 PM.
Robin drove his Hummer, heading toward Dawnspire Heights Estates.
He hadn’t gone far when he received a message on his phone from Rosalie.
“Robin, where are you? I’m in my apartment at Graceview Apartments; come quickly…
From the tone of Rosalie’s message, there was a clear sense of distress.
”
Remembering her fearful, anxious reaction after talking to her brother on the road yesterday morning, Robin immediately turned his car around and sped toward Graceview Apartments. Three minutes later, Robin arrived and quickly went up to the 20th floor.
Rosalie’s apartment door wasn’t locked but left slightly ajar.
Robin looked around and saw no suspicious signs.
The room and hallway were both silent, with no unusual sounds.
Standing at the door, the inside was eerily quiet.
He gently pushed open the door. The room was brightly lit, with curtains drawn, and there were no signs of forced entry.
Robin didn’t step inside right away.
After all, it was a young woman’s room.
Entering at this hour might easily cause unnecessary trouble.
A waft of fragrance drifted from inside.
Robin instinctively stepped back half a step and called out, “Rosalie, are you in there?”
“Ah!”
A sharp scream came from the bathroom.
Robin quickly rushed in and pushed open the door.
“Ah!”
Inside the bathroom, Piper’s towel slipped off in an instant.
Robin turned to leave immediately, but Piper suddenly slipped and fell right into his arms.
Robin quickly draped the towel back over her and said indifferently, “What are you doing here? Where’s Rosalie?”
A flash of irritation appeared in Piper’s eyes, and she tried to pull off the towel with determination.
But Robin had already tied a firm knot, making it impossible to remove.
“Stop trying; you won’t be able to take it off unless you tear it,” Robin said, glancing around the room without seeing Rosalie.
“Was it you who used Rosalie’s phone to send me that message?”
Piper struggled for a moment and, frustrated, said, “That idiot Rosalie! She came back, and I swapped our phones, and she didn’t even notice! “Robin, Rosalie has already gone to the hospital and won’t be coming back. Don’t you like me? I could give you a chance … ”
“Heh!” Robin let out a cold laugh, threw off Piper, and turned to leave the room.
Piper chased after him, trying to grab him from behind, but she missed.
Robin stepped into the elevator, glanced at Piper sprawled on the floor, and said coldly, “Trying to play mind games with me? You’re not qualified!”
Piper glared venomously at the closing elevator doors and pounded the ground, screaming, “Robin, if you don’t know what’s good for you, I’ll ruin your reputation!” “Piper, what’s wrong?” Seeing Piper lying on the floor wrapped in a towel, Rosalie hurried over to help her up.
Piper suddenly threw herself into Rosalie’s arms, sobbing. “Rosalie, I… I was almost… assaulted by that j*rk Robin …”
“What? What did you say?” Rosalie stared in shock at the nearly unclothed Piper. “That’s impossible! Robin would never do something like that!”
A sinister gleam flickered in Piper’s eyes. “I knew you’d take his side. What am I supposed to do? Boohoo…”
Rosalie looked at the sobbing Piper, then immediately rushed into the room.
Noticing there were no signs of a struggle and picking up the phone left on the table, she saw Piper had messaged Robin using her name.
Fuming, Rosalie shouted, “Piper, you’ve gone too far! How could you do this?
“Not only did you lure Robin here in my name, but you also tried to frame him deliberately. You …”
Seeing that Rosalie had figured out the truth, Piper stopped pretending to cry.
“Pfft! Rosalie, I told you I’m determined to turn my life around! If Robin won’t accept me, then I’ll take matters into my own hands!” Rosalie was furious. She snapped, “Piper, you’re despicable! I never thought… that you would stoop to something so shameless!”
Piper laughed loudly. “Shameless? So what! As long as I can get everything I want, nothing else matters!”
“Get out! I never want to speak to you again!” Rosalie, enraged, yelled and shoved Piper out of the room.
…
Leaving Graceview Apartments, Robin didn’t return to Dawnspire Heights Estates.
Instead, he drove toward the nearby Vista Lake.
Previously, Shirley had given him an entry card and key to one of the Vista Lake villas.
At this hour, even if Shirley were home, she should be asleep.
In under five minutes, Robin arrived at the private parking area of Vista Lake.
Shirley’s Porsche was already parked there.
After a moment of hesitation, Robin parked his car, quietly opened the villa’s front door, and stepped inside, finding the place utterly silent.
From outside, he noticed the chandelier in the main hall was off, signaling that Shirley had probably gone to bed.
Good-this way, he could avoid the awkwardness of being alone with her at night.
Robin took out the electronic key card and was about to open the door when he noticed it was slightly ajar. What’s going on?
A sense of danger hit him instantly.
Robin quickly sidestepped to the wall, moving along it toward the left side of the villa.
He decided to go upstairs from the side to check if Shirley was safe.
The villa where Shirley lived had two bodyguards patrolling the backyard for security.
It was strange how had he managed to enter the villa grounds without the guards noticing?
Moving quickly along the villa’s outer wall, Robin reached a window and glanced up.
The room above should be Shirley’s bedroom.
With a swift leap, Robin landed on the second floor.
Suddenly, a dark figure slipped into Shirley’s room.
Robin followed immediately and turned on the lights.
Shirley, who had just drifted off, jolted awake at the sound and screamed, sitting up in bed.
In that instant, a hint of exposed skin caught Robin’s eye!
Robin froze. His gaze fixed on the stunned Shirley, who had been caught completely off guard.
So, Ms. Dunn actually had a habit of sleeping in the nude!
After a brief moment of shock, Robin quickly diverted his eyes toward the open bedroom door, pointing forward as he walked out. “You… where do you think you’re going? Stop right there!”
Shirley watched in shock as Robin stepped out of the room, then glanced down at her bare upper body. She immediately dove under the covers with a muffled scream.
Her face flushed red, the heat radiating from her cheeks all the way down to her toes.
Oh no!
He had seen everything!
And now he knew about my habit of sleeping without clothes!
“Oh no! How embarrassing! Ahhh…
”
But why had he suddenly shown up tonight?
And why had he come in through the window?
What is he … planning to do?
Shirley stayed hidden under the blanket, blushing furiously. After a long time, she finally regained her composure, peeking out to make sure both the door and window were closed and securely locked again. Could it have all just been a strange illusion?
Shirley observed for a moment, making sure her door was indeed locked.
She quickly put on her pajamas, then added a trench coat over them just to be safe.
Opening her door, she cautiously peeked her head out, confirming that the second-floor hallway was empty.
Only then did she step out, heading to the door of the neighboring room.
Hearing the sound of snoring inside, she smirked slightly and quickly returned to her room.
Back in bed, she instinctively started to undress, as she usually did.
But recalling the earlier embarrassment, she stopped herself.
That night, she couldn’t fall asleep until dawn finally brought her some rest.
Woken up by her alarm, Shirley stretched and then realized she’d slept in her pajamas for once.
Remembering last night’s events, her cheeks burned again with embarrassment.
Immediately, she pulled up the security footage.
In the video, a dark figure could be seen sneaking into the villa, slipping past the security guards, and climbing into her bedroom through the window!
Then, Robin appeared in the room.
And what followed… was the scene in her bedroom.
After watching the security footage, Shirley couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear.
If Robin hadn’t arrived in time, who knew what might have happened.
She quickly freshened up, then listened at Robin’s door-but there was no sound.
It seemed he was still asleep.
When she went downstairs, intending to go out and buy breakfast, she was surprised to find a lavish meal already set on the dining table.
Robin had gotten up early to prepare breakfast.
Seeing the beautifully arranged dishes, Shirley’s heart began to race.
…
Leaving Vista Lake, Robin had just stepped into the lobby of the Eastvale Development Group when he encountered Piper, waiting for him. “Robin, stop right there!” Piper shouted, chasing after him.
Robin ignored her.
“You can ignore me, but you’d better think carefully!” Piper stepped in front of him, blocking his way.
“If I post the video of you confronting me at Graceview Apartments last night on the company intranet, do you know what’ll happen to you?”
Robin gave her a look of irritation and replied with a playful smile, “I have no idea, but you’re welcome to try.”
Piper hadn’t expected such a reaction from Robin.
Doesn’t he realize that if he gets labeled as someone who harassed me, he’ll be socially ostracized at Eastvale Group?
“Robin, my video has enough evidence to prove that you assaulted me, even attempted to force me! Aren’t you afraid that I’ll release it…” Before she could finish, Robin calmly smiled and replied, “I’m not afraid.”
“You … “Piper stared at Robin’s retreating figure, utterly baffled.
Is he that confident?
She quickly followed him into the elevator, continuing, “Robin, are you really not afraid that I’ll upload that video of you harassing me to the intranet?”
The other employees in the elevator froze, exchanging bewildered glances.
What kind of conversation is this?
Robin shook his head, ignoring her completely.
“Fine! Since you’re not worried, just wait! I’m going to make you a laughingstock in the company!” Piper spat angrily.
When the elevator reached the marketing department’s floor, she intended to say more, but Robin refused to engage with her any further.
Fuming, Piper stormed out of the elevator, pointing back at Robin and shouting, “Robin, just you wait! Soon everyone in the company will see your true colors!”
Several female employees instinctively moved to one side of the elevator, maximizing the distance between themselves and Robin. The atmosphere inside the elevator instantly became awkward.
It wasn’t until they reached their department’s floor and exited the elevator that the women finally breathed a sigh of relief.
One woman turned back to look at Robin and quietly asked her colleague, “Who is that man in the elevator? He looks really familiar.” “Hmph! He’s pretending to be all suave while harassing female colleagues!”
“We need to stay away from people like him in the future…”
Watching the backs of the women, Robin couldn’t help but smile wryly, thinking that if they knew who he was, they wouldn’t say that. As soon as he got to the office, Piper’s call came in.
Robin didn’t want to deal with her, so he turned off his phone.
A message from Piper popped up on his computer’s Discord.
“Robin, even if you turn off your phone, you can’t escape! I’m asking you one last time, do you want to accept me?”
Robin chuckled to himself. Accept you? What a ridiculous woman.
He replied, “Do whatever you want!”
Piper replied, “Okay! Robin, I hope you won’t regret it!
“I will send the photos from last night to the middle and senior management video conference at the company!”
Robin couldn’t be bothered to argue with her anymore and closed Discord.
…
Shirley was lost in thought on her way from Vista Lake to Eastvale Development Group, reflecting on what had happened last night.
The moment she thought about Robin witnessing her embarrassing situation, she felt extremely frustrated.
She had given Robin the key to the villa before, but how could she have not anticipated that he might suddenly decide to stay there one day? How awkward would it be to see Robin again after this incident?
With her head down in contemplation, she didn’t even notice when Amber knocked and entered the office.
Amber saw Shirley’s cheeks flush as she sat lost in thought at her desk, shook her head, murmuring to herself, and continuously mumbling something. What’s going on with her?
Amber stood in front of the desk for five or six minutes, but Shirley still didn’t notice.
Finally, she had to speak up, “Ms. Dunn…
”
“Ah!” Shirley jumped in surprise. “Amber, how could you walk in without making a sound?”
Amber pouted. “Ms. Dunn, it seems like you didn’t hear me knock. What are you so engrossed in thinking about?”
“Is that so?” Shirley hurriedly opened her computer. “Oh, what do you need from me?”
Amber looked at the somewhat dazed Shirley and asked, “Ms. Dunn, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Go ahead,” Shirley replied as she turned on the coffee machine to brew a cup of coffee.
“Ms. Dunn, it’s about the recent financing for Southvale.” Amber took out an investment report related to the Southvale business project.
“Currently, there are many capital firms wanting to bid for financing. Jonah has specially compiled a list of these investors for you to review and finalize a few.” Shirley set down her coffee and took the list from Amber.
She stared at the table, but her mind was blank, muttering to herself, “This is so embarrassing!”
Her strange comment left Amber confused.
“Uhm, embarrassing? What do you mean, Ms. Dunn?”
Shirley glanced at Amber, then at the office door. “Go close the office door; I have something to discuss with you.”
Amber didn’t know what Shirley wanted to say.
With a heart full of suspicion, she closed the office door, feeling a bit anxious.
Shirley waved her over. “Come here, I want to ask you a question.”
“What question?” Amber asked nervously.
Shirley hesitated for a moment and then, feeling embarrassed, asked, “Amber, if … if you found yourself in a very awkward situation in front of a guy you like, how would you make up for it?” Amber shook her head. “I don’t have a boyfriend yet, Ms. Dunn.
“Ms. Dunn, what do you mean by … an awkward situation?”
Shirley thought for a moment and said, “This awkward situation means… it’s something you wouldn’t want him to see but he accidentally saw it, and it’s really embarrassing. What should I do?”
“I don’t know.” Amber shook her head, muttering to herself, “What kind of things shouldn’t be seen? Personal diary? Or maybe not having makeup on?
“That’s not right. You look even better without makeup than with it…”
Shirley’s face turned bright red. “Go away! Asking you is like asking for nothing. I won’t talk to you anymore.”
Amber stuck out her tongue, looking at Shirley’s flushed face, unsure of what she was trying to express.
“I don’t have a boyfriend…” Shirley pouted in grievance.
Shirley laughed. “I was just asking you; look how flustered you are! Alright, go back to work.”
“I won’t participate in the 9 AM video conference with that company. Please inform the executive vice president to host today’s meeting with the middle and senior management.”
At the same time, as Shirley and Amber were talking, an explosive piece of news broke on the company intranet.
Ambiguous photos of Robin with a female employee from the marketing department were posted online.
The publisher even attached a few remarks behind the images, implying that Robin was using his position in the company to harass her!
In an instant, this news caught everyone’s attention and became a hot topic of discussion in various departments of Eastvale Development Group.
Rosalie, who was working, also saw the ambiguous photos of Robin and Piper on the intranet.
She was immediately stunned.
What on earth is going on?
What kind of person would do such a despicable thing?
After a brief moment of confusion, Rosalie realized that Piper must have done this!
Last night, Piper had used her phone to trick Robin into going to Graceview Apartments.
It was all part of her scheme to coerce Robin into submission, and she had intentionally set up the camera in advance.
Today, she even took a portion of the photos out of context and posted them on the company intranet-how vile!
As she watched her colleagues whispering about the incident, many of them were disparagingly cursing Robin, which infuriated Rosalie.
How could Piper do something so disgusting?
Isn’t she trying to ruin Robin’s life?
Thinking of this, she quickly ran toward the marketing department.
Just as she arrived at the elevator, Amber called.
Earlier, after seeing the news posted on the company intranet, Amber had immediately informed Shirley.
Shirley was very angry.
She believed that Robin would never do such a thing.
The room in the photos should be the one Robin had lent to Rosalie.
She instructed Amber to bring Rosalie in for questioning.
This was Rosalie’s first time in Shirley’s office, and she felt quite nervous.
“Rosalie, you’ve been with the company for a while now. I heard it was Robin’s recommendation that got you into Eastvale Development Group.
“Your department head mentioned that you complete all your tasks exceptionally well.”
Rosalie nervously nodded. “Ms. Dunn, the company pays me such a high salary, so I can only work hard to live up to this position.”
Shirley nodded in approval. “It seems Robin’s recommendation was very good.”
“Rosalie, has something been going on in your life lately? Robin lent you his Graceview Apartments, right?”
Rosalie broke out in a cold sweat. “Ms. Dunn, yes, yes. But I’m only staying for a few days because I didn’t have anywhere else to go and was planning to move out …” “I’m not here to discuss that with you,” Shirley said coldly.
“I brought you in to understand the situation regarding Robin, Piper, and you from last night. I hope you can tell me the complete truth about what happened.”
Only then did Rosalie realize the real reason Shirley was calling her in.
She recounted everything that had happened last night.
Shirley was very angry.
She had to help Robin clarify the facts!
She didn’t want to deal with someone like Piper, who was beneath her notice.
However, given the despicable actions Piper had taken, Shirley was determined to make this clueless woman pay the price!
Robin was a benefactor to her and the Dunns.
For someone like Robin to be framed and slandered within the Dunns’ company was something Shirley and the Dunns could not tolerate!
So, she gave Rosalie instructions on what to do.
After Rosalie left, she went to Robin’s office.
At that moment, Robin was idly playing a game.
Seeing Shirley arrive at his office at this time surprised him greatly.
Could it be… could it be about last night in the villa bedroom?
Before she could speak, he blurted out, “Uhm, about last night… I was at Vista Lake because I was there to catch a thief and ended up in your bedroom… Anyway, don’t worry. I didn’t see anything.” Shirley was stunned.
She had nearly forgotten about that incident, and here he was, bringing it up!
Suddenly, she felt awkward standing in his office, unsure whether to go in or leave.
She stamped her foot in frustration, exclaiming angrily, “I’m not here to talk about that!”
“Huh?” Robin was a bit bewildered.
Shirley took a step closer. “Piper posted the photos of you and her from last night on the company intranet. Now the entire company is talking about you.”
“Talking about me?” Only then did Robin recall Piper’s previous threat.
He opened the intranet, looking at the suggestive photos with amusement, and said, “This kind of baseless gossip do you believe it?”
Seeing his indifferent expression, Shirley grew anxious. “Of course, I don’t believe it. Rosalie just told me everything that happened. “But… aren’t you concerned about this at all?”
Robin scoffed. “Why should I care? I didn’t do anything, so let her make a fuss if she wants.”
Shirley sighed. “This isn’t just about you anymore. This situation could severely impact the company’s entire management.
“If someone leaks this outside, it could damage the reputation of the Dunn Group as well.
“Robin, for your personal reputation and the company’s interests, I have to handle this properly.”
Robin paused for a moment. “Will it really have such serious consequences?”
“Yes!” Shirley shook her head. “Some people always think they’re clever!
“Don’t worry I’ve already asked Rosalie to gather evidence. Soon enough, Piper will reveal her true colors!”
