The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 251

The Deadly Assassin Robin
Chapter 251 Terenova Underground Queen
Robin did not ask any questions and simply followed the flight attendant to the rest area, where a young air marshal was waiting.

"State your name, age, and occupation!"

Robin smirked, "Are you interrogating me?"

"Just answer the question!" the air marshal demanded sternly.

"Do you know what kind of consequences fighting on a plane could have, especially if you're assaulting foreign passengers?"

The flight attendant looked surprised. "But it wasn't Mr. Ramsey who started it ... "

"I know!" The air marshal cut her off coldly.

Robin could tell the marshal was deliberately causing trouble.

He raised an eyebrow. "You were there. You saw the situation.

"Those four were clearly up to something with the girl seated next to me.

"As the air marshal, you have a certain responsibility here.

"If I hadn't intervened, would you just stand there and let it happen?

"Let's be clear, they started the trouble, not me.

"If you're not looking to be suspended, I suggest you act accordingly."

With that, Robin turned and left, ignoring the marshal entirely.

The marshal watched him go, a flash of coldness in his eyes.

Though visibly annoyed, he could not be sure of Robin's true identity and did not want to risk offending someone important.

The flight attendant looked at him and said, "Why handle it this way?

"Mr. Ramsey was helping—he even saved you from a bigger problem.

"You're not being fair."

The air marshal responded irritably, "Alison, you might be too sentimental. People like him just crave attention, and that's dangerous!

"It could easily bring disaster to the plane.

"As an air marshal, it's my duty to remind him to stay calm."

The flight attendant furrowed her brows slightly.

She could sense the air marshal's hostility toward Robin.

"Then you should have stepped in when those four Demberoans were causing trouble.

"But you stayed back and did nothing. Isn't that a failure in your duty?

"With that alone, I have every right to report you for negligence and for failing to act in a risky situation!

"Mr. Ramsey stepped in where needed, and holding him accountable is just unfair!"

The marshal scowled, "Alison, his demeanor was clearly intimidating."

"Just from that, I could categorize him as a potential risk to the flight and detain him right now!"

Alison Ferguson, understanding his motivation, sighed.

She knew the air marshal had been interested in her, and her respect for Robin had stoked his hostility.

She took a deep breath.

"Mr. Ramsey acted out of respect for Draconian dignity. Please don't do anything rash.

"Otherwise, I'll report your conduct to the captain without omission."

The air marshal glared at Alison, finally muttering, "Fine. Let's leave it at that."

Alison ignored him, stepping out and returning to the passenger area.

At this moment, Robin just returned to his seat.

Alison approached Robin's seat with a warm smile, bringing him a cup of tea and a fruit platter.

"Mr. Ramsey, please don't take the earlier incident to heart; the air marshal was just doing his job."

Robin looked up, a soft fragrance drifting over him.

In front of him, Alison's shy, radiant charm filled his entire view.

He took the tea and nodded with a slight smile. "No worries; it's already forgotten."

Alison smiled warmly, leaning in a bit closer, and discreetly handed Robin her business card.

"If you're ever bored in Terenova, feel free to contact me," she said, realizing she might have sounded a bit forward.

"I mean, I know Terenova very well, so I could be your guide or translator if needed ... "

Robin took the card with a polite nod.

Alison's eyes held a warm sparkle as she smiled sweetly, swaying her slender waist as she walked away.

Robin casually tucked the card into the seat cushion.

This small gesture did not go unnoticed by the girl next to him, who smiled at Robin with newfound warmth in her expression.

Seeing how the flight attendant had subtly tried to make an impression, the girl was surprised by Robin's indifference.

Most men would have shown interest, yet Robin had not even looked at the card before stuffing it into the seat.

It made her see him in a better light.

With her experience, Alison felt that Robin's presence marked him as someone truly distinguished.

It would be amazing if she could end up with a man like him.

Annoyed, Alison glanced at the air marshal. "Why are you so quick to judge him?

"You saw how fearless he was in front of those four men!"

The air marshal scoffed, "Alison, open your eyes!

"The woman with him has to be over sixty.

"Look at her! Doesn't she command the room?"

"As far as I know, those two helicopters belong to the Rogarios," the air marshal sneered.

"That woman is Terenova's Underground Queen!

"Can't you see it? Stop deceiving yourself and let go of that idea.

"Didn't you notice earlier? That girl beside him tried pursuing him, but he didn't dare say a word to her.

"Why do you think that is? Does that look like normal behavior?

"He's worried about upsetting his ‘boss,' so he didn't even acknowledge the girl."

As Alison watched Robin and Stephanie board the helicopter, her heart sank.

The lights in the airport hall were bright, and she could clearly see Stephanie's age.

Though elegant and refined, the lines of time were visible on her face.

Could Robin really just be a plaything for wealthy women?

"Alison, stop overthinking. Men like him are only interested in women worth millions, even billions," the air marshal continued.

"You, a flight attendant barely making ends meet, don't stand a chance.

"Just look at his ride—a private helicopter!

"Do you think ordinary people roll in with that kind of transport?"

With a tone dripping with sarcasm, the air marshal turned and strode off, his eyes flashing with contempt and jealousy.

The helicopter stirred up a powerful gust of wind as it ascended into the sky.

Alison let out a long sigh.

The tall, handsome Robin had left her feeling conflicted—somewhere between disappointment and contempt.

So that was why he had not shown any interest in the plane; he was just another plaything for wealthy women.

"Love at first sight, my foot!" she muttered, grabbing her suitcase and walking briskly away.