The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 735

Chapter 735 The Wench 

Chapter 735 The Wench 

Catherine, Wendy, and Kimberly weaved their way through the crowd, inching toward Robin’s boot 

Catherine opened her mouth to speak, but then she froze. Her eyes landed on Samson, kneeling on the floor. She shut her mouth quickly. 

Robin had things to handle, and interrupting him now wouldn’t help anyone, Catherine knew better than to disturb him. 

Robin reached for a napkin, wiping his hands slowly. His eyes drifted to the table where cold milk, coffee, and untouched pastries sat. He sighed heavily. 

“Mrs. Leif, Marrisa, Joanna, Brenda,” he began, his voice steady but carrying a hint of frustration. “I wanted this to be a nice, quiet weekend. A chance to relax. But, of course, we end up in the middle of this mess 

He glanced around at the others, his gaze softening. “Let’s try again. We’ll find a better time to meet up” 

Joanna gave a gentle smile. “Don’t worry, Mr. Ramsey. We couldn’t have predicted this. Next time, we’ll pick a day that works,” 

Robin gave a small nod. “Alright, let’s go.” 

The group rose from their seats, ready to leave. 

Across the room, Flint, who had been standing in the shadows, suddenly seemed to snap to attention. His gaze, once distant, sharpened with surprise. 

He watched Robin and Joanna, their faces soft in the cafe’s golden light. There was something about them -the way they looked, the way they carried themselves–that struck a chord in him. 

His mouth twitched, as if trying to make sense of the feeling bubbling up inside him. 

For a moment, his eyes stayed locked on them, his mind racing, struggling to figure out why their presence seemed so hauntingly familiar. 

“Sir?” Flint’s voice cracked, his body shaking as the word left his mouth before he could catch it. 

Marge, standing closest to him, froze. The word hit her like a slap. She turned sharply to look at Flint, her eyes wide with confusion. 

For a moment, she didn’t understand. Then, as the pieces clicked into place, the shock turned to realization. Flint must know Young Lord Dragon. 

She glanced at Robin and Joanna, their presence suddenly too familiar. The way they moved, the way v carried themselves–it reminded her so much of someone she once knew. Sir 

Without thinking, Marge grabbed Joanna’s arm and yanked her away. 

“We need to go. Now,” 

She pushed through the crowd, pulling Joanna with her her movements frantic. 

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Robin watched them leave, his brow furrowing. Marge sudden panic wasn’t normal. Something had triggered it–something Flint had said. 

Sir: That’s what he said. 

Flint stood motionless, his eyes locked on Joanna’s back. He seemed lost, as though the sight of her had pulled him into a memory he couldn’t escape. 

Flint was one of the Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul. He had grown up with Young Lord Dragon. 

They were like brothers, trained side by side, learning together, living together. Flint had known him better than anyone. 

Could it be? Could the young lord who had vanished all those years ago really be standing right there in front of him? 

If that was true, then Joanna–Joanna must be the sister he thought he’d lost 20 years ago. 

Marge had to be the same woman who once carried the basket on her back. 

But something puzzled Robin. The woman Steven had described–the one with a mole on the back of her neck–didn’t have it. 

Even if, for safety reasons, Marge had removed the mole, there should still be some trace of it. A scar, perhaps. 

Robin trusted Brenda. She didn’t lie. She didn’t make mistakes like that. 

Still, Marge’s neck was clean, without any sign of a mole 

Steven had been adamant. He had seen the woman with the basket that night, and the mole had been there, plain as day. 

So what is going on? 

“Robin, are you alright?” Marrisa’s voice cut through his thoughts. She tugged at his sleeve, concern in her 

eyes. 

Robin blinked and shook his head. “Yeah, Marrisa. Let’s go.” 

Flint, who had been quiet, straightened himself. With a polite bow, he spoke, “Mr. Ramsey, I owe you one. Let’s find a better time. I’ll invite your family for coffeer 

Robin nodded. “Got it. I won’t forget 

“Just make sure the place is cleared when I show up.” 

Flint gave a slight grin. “You got it.” 

Robin turned his attention to Samson, pointing a finger at him. “He’s your responsibility now, Samson’s face twisted in panic. “Flint, please. Let me go I know I shouldn’t have disrespected Mr. Ramsey.” Flint snorted, his voice thick with disdain. “I’ve been watching you for a long time. You know exactly what 

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His eyes burned into Samson. “I can’t stand betrayal. Not from anyone. Get him out of here!” 

“To turn on me, after everything I’ve done for you? Maybe next time, try being a better person!” 

Before Samson could beg, two guards stepped forward silencing him and dragging him away. 

Robin. Marrisa, and Brenda pushed through the crowd following Marge and Joanna toward the exit. 

Flint’s eyes followed them, lost in thought. It looks too much like… it can’t be him. 

If it is, this could be Dragon Manor’s greatest gift. 

Jack stepped up, clapping a hand on Flint’s shoulder. “Come on, Flint. He’s probably figured it out by now.” 

Flint shook his head, a hollow smile pulling at his lips. For a second, I thought it was him. For 20 years… I’ve been waiting for him for 20 years.” 

Jack gave him a quick pat, then they both turned and headed down the hall toward the back courtyard. 

Meanwhile, Robin and his group had just reached the stairs to the second floor when Catherine sprimed -to catch up. 

“Robin, if I’d known you were coming for coffee today, I would’ve joined you,” she said, sliding her arm through his. 

She waved at Joanna, Brenda, Marrisa, and Marge. 

Robin chuckled and shook his head. “How do you manage to show up everywhere I go?” 

Catherine’s smile was rare, but when it came, it was playful, almost mischievous. “Looks like we’re meant to run into each other, huh? I think about you all the time.” 

Wendy tried to keep it in, but couldn’t help a small laugh. She hadn’t seen Catherine act this way in years- two decatles, actually. 

Kimberly, on the other hand,