The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 660

Chapter 660 Talk, Or Die 

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The man looked at Robin, his eyes wide, his mouth frozen in fear. He couldn’t speak. Not a word came 

out. 

Robin clicked off the safety on his gun, pressing it to the man’s head. “Tell me what I want to know. Or you’ll die here.” 

The man’s breath hitched. “General Ramsey, 1… I was sent by General Grayson.” 

was obvious the man recognized Robin. 

He knew exactly who he was, 

Robin didn’t have time for games. 

If you didn’t answer, he didn’t hesitate. He would shoot. 

“What does Grayson want from me?” Robin’s voice was calm, like he was discussing the weather. He flipped the safety back on the gun.. 

“General Grayson… he wants me to look into Marge and Joanna,” the man stammered, his eyes darting nervously. 

Robin slapped him, light but firm. “Stay away from them. Tell Grayson that if he comes near them again. I won’t ask questions. I’ll just kill you.” 

The man nodded quickly, “Yes, General Ramsey,” and scrambled to his feet. Without another word, he snatched the gun and ran out of the campus. 

Robin glanced up at the fourth–floor window. 

He jumped up the stairs, quickly closed the window, and turned away. 

As he walked through the campus, the cherry blossoms that once bloomed so beautifully now lay scattered on the ground, withering away. 

The flowers, so full of life one day, were already fading. 

Their bright, brief existence was like a shooting star–here, then gone. 

All it took was one storm, one gust of wind, and the blossoms were go 

gone. 

The earth was left clean, as it had never been 

Robin looked up at the tree, its bare branches barely holding onto a few petals. He shook his head. 

He walked past the fallen petals, their scent still lingering in the air, and entered the cafeteria. Inside, he saw Marge, small and busy, wiping down the tables. She worked hard, moving quickly with 

purposes 

A Team of sunlight came through the window, shining on her face. Robin saw the joy in her expression. She had changed. The woman who on seemed so burdened, so worn, was now at peace. 

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Her daughter. Joanna, no longer needed to worry about surviving. 

Marge had a job. 

She could see Joanna every day, watch her grow. 

It wasn’t much, but it was enough. 

It was the happiest time of Marge’s life. 

As a mother, there was nothing greater than knowing your child was safe. 

Robin could feel it- the love of a mother in her every movement. It was real. It was undeniable. 

“Mr. Ramsey 

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Marge’s voice caught Robin’s attention. She blinked in surprise when she saw him. “What brings you here today?” 

She paused, then added. “Joanna talks about you a lot.” 

“She says she still owes you a meal.” 

“Now that she has her scholarship, she wants to take you, Brenda, and Marissa out to dinner.” 

Robin smiled a little. “We’ll get that chance soon.” 

“Have you eaten yet, Mr. Ramsey?” Marge asked. 

Robin shook his head. “Not yet 

Wait here, she said. “The cafeteria still has some leftover breakfast for the staff. I can get you a plate. 

Robin didn’t turn her down. 

Marge quickly moved to the counter. 

She came back holding a hot bowl of millet porridge, some buns, and some greens. 

She had even asked the cook to fry two eggs for him. 

Robin stared at the steaming food. The tension inside him eased. 

It felt good 

Like home. 

That warmth had been missing for far too long. 

Marge watched him closely as he stared at the meal, worry in her eyes. “Mr. Ramsey, is this not what you like? I thought someone of your standing would prefer Western food.” 

Robin shook his head, smiling softly. “I love this kind of breakfast. Simple, honest, and comforting. 

onral, 

Marge looked puzzled She stared at him for a long moment, confused. 

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Robin dug in, tasting the porridge, savoring the vegetables. His appetite grew, 

This was easily one of the best breakfasts he’d ever had. 

Marge sat a little ways away, her eyes focused on him. 

She looked like she was trying to read him, her gaze sharp, intense. 

There was something so familiar in his expression. It was too familiar. 

Too much like the master from the past. 

Could he really be the lost heir she had thought was gone forever? 

Her heart raced. She wanted to believe it so badly. 

But she stayed quiet. Too many thoughts crowded her mind, too many things she couldn’t say. 

If he was her old master’s son, then the world that was lying in wait for him had nothing but a gaping abys 

“Breakfast was great, Marge. Thanks! I’m heading out now. Gonna check on Brenda.” 

“Okay, Mr. Ramsey Marge watched him for a moment, unsure, until Robin turned and left the cafeteria. 

As he stepped outside, Brenda spotted him, her face lighting up with excitement. “Hey, Robin! What brings you here this morning? 

Robin shrugged. “Came to see you.” 

Brenda looped her arm around his, beaming. “Robin, the counselor wants us to update our info–family and income details for Draconia. What should I put?” 

“Family and income? Robin paused, thinking 

They don’t already know about your family? What did you put down before? I never asked.”