The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1123

"Yana Jordan, are you daydreaming again?"

A woman at the next table gave the lovestruck Yana a light slap on the arm. "With Mr. Drakebane's status, do you seriously think he would fall for you?"

"You're just an intern at Nine Stars Consortium's Biosciences Institute. It's been a year, and you haven't even secured a permanent position. Do you really think Mr. Drakebane would be interested in you? Dream on!"

Yana's once blissful expression dimmed in an instant.

"Elise Lawson, why do you always have to burst my bubble? Can't you just let me be happy for a little while?"

Elise let out a chuckle. "Yana, stop indulging in such wild fantasies. Have you even noticed the women around him? They're either from influential families or breathtaking beauties themselves."

"I swear I overheard Mr. Valthar mention that one of them is the CEO of the Silva Group from Draconia, while another is a high-ranking figure at Violetcrest International Leisure Club."

Nancy Zimmerman, another woman sitting beside Elise, scoffed. "Yana, be realistic. Divine Drakebane isn't someone people like us could even dream of approaching. You should focus on securing your permanent position before the end of the year."

Yana slumped her shoulders and nodded. "Yeah, I've been out of college for over a year, and I'm still just an intern at Nine Stars Biosciences Institute. It's embarrassing ... "

...

Aeron sat in the cruise ship's restaurant beside his son Ryden's lifeless body, his eyes burning with a murderous rage.

The agony of losing his child tore through him like a blade to the heart.

He didn't dare lash out, but deep inside, his mind was set—no matter the cost, he would gather the strongest elite fighters to hunt down Divine Drakebane and avenge his son.

As Robin and his group departed, Eryndor and Thorne finally exhaled in relief.

"Aeron, you can forget about competing with me for Glenoril's East Asia distribution rights now."

Aeron clenched his teeth. "Damn it, just my rotten luck!"

He motioned for his bodyguards to carry Ryden's body toward the ship's cargo hold.

Thorne stepped in front of him, locking eyes with his menacing glare. "Aeron, since we're both Elarians, let me give you a piece of advice—drop the idea of seeking revenge against Divine Drakebane.

"Ryden brought this upon himself. He provoked the wrong man, and Divine Drakebane put him in his place. If anything, this should be a lesson in knowing your limits.

"If you want the Valthar family to survive, you'd best abandon any thoughts of retaliation.

"My brother-in-law, General Robert Neel, once said that during the war game competition at Qacalisle Island, even Captain Pierre, Autreynia's legendary War God, had to kneel before him.

"Even Sakurania's legendary Sword Master, Elijah Denver, committed suicide because of him.

"Compared to the Rivers family or Master Elijah, the Valthar family is nothing.

"Go home and rest quietly. Otherwise, prepare for your entire family to be erased from existence."

As Eryndor and Thorne walked away, Orlaith of Westcape Real Estate leaned in and whispered, "Mr. Valthar, they have a point. Right now, there isn't a single person in the world who can take down Divine Drakebane."

Aeron remained silent for a long moment before his expression shifted. "Orlaith, I just thought of someone!

"There's one man who can kill that arrogant bastard.

"Even if it costs me everything I own, I will bring him out of seclusion to avenge my son!"

Orlaith's breath hitched. "Aeron ... Don't tell me you're thinking of hiring Dubh Keegan, the Elarian grandmaster of Taekwondo?"

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