The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 915

Chapter 915 Just Messing with This Idi*t
At the Scentialand Foreign Affairs Liaison Office, the diplomatic attaché quickly stepped in to manage the situation, coordinating with the staff from the organizing committee.

The liaison officer from Scentialand, visibly irritated, snapped, "Let me make one thing clear! Mona, the captain of the Poison Poppy Special Forces, doesn't have shoes because—"

"Enough! No need for explanations," the organizing committee staff cut them off, refusing to engage in further discussion.

"What happened outside the conference hall is not our concern. We won't interfere.

"All you need to do now is either leave or tidy up and enter with your invitation. You have ten minutes. Stop wasting time."

The Scentialand representatives knew they had no real bargaining power with the committee, especially with the Thalrex Order involved in the military competition.

If they didn't get Mona sorted out quickly, they'd be barred from entering.

They hastily sent someone to buy her a pair of shoes at a nearby mall, tidied her up, and only then were they allowed to enter and take their seats.

Once inside, Mona's attitude softened. Her earlier attempts to show off had blown up in her face. She had hoped Pierre would come to her rescue, but he faltered at the most critical moment.

She stole a glance at Robin, her mind racing.

This was the first time she had miscalculated in front of a man!

The room was unusually silent.

Apart from the Weronnia diplomatic attaché grumbling to the organizing committee, no one else dared speak up.

The committee had intended to mediate, but after witnessing what Robin did, no one dared stir things up.

After all, Robin had powerful backing.

Behind him stood a true force, a lion who was usually calm, but once his boundaries were crossed, his fury could shake the heavens, instilling fear in all.

Jethro, as team leader, had already made it clear to the committee: This matter was not up for negotiation.

Such a strong stance was rare, and the committee staff, already nervous, dared not show any sign of disrespect.

Ten minutes later, Cyril Higgins, the Special Envoy from the Thalrex Order, entered the hall with two assistants.

The room was still silent, and Weronnia was still ranting.

Cyril raised an eyebrow. "What's going on here?"

The Weronnia diplomatic attaché slammed the table, shouting, "Mr. Higgins, I want to file a complaint!"

Cyril's expression darkened.

This was the second time in 20 years that the Thalrex Order had worked with the International Military Skills Competition. But this was his first time attending as the highest-ranking Special Envoy, overseeing the meeting.

Are the delegates trying to show him, the new Special Envoy, who's in charge?

He cast a cold look at the Weronnia attaché. "Stand up and speak. No need for any groveling! What's the issue? Stand up and say it!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the delegates.

Cyril, confused, glanced around. "What's so funny? Do my words amuse you?"

The room was silent as all eyes were on the Weronnia representatives.

The Weronnia attaché, furious, yelled, "Mr. Higgins, we ... we were forced to grovel!"

"Who forced you?" Cyril asked, bewildered.

"Our purpose here is equality for all regions and peoples.

"Nobody forced you to grovel. That kind of inequality doesn't exist here. Unless, of course, you wanted to grovel," Cyril responded sharply.

Suddenly, Mona from Scentialand laughed loudly, her voice cutting through the tension.

Cyril's eyes widened. This woman is dangerously charming!

Before he could enjoy the moment, Abner bellowed, "What's so funny, you freak?"

D*mn, this woman is irresistible!