The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 404

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Rita’s slap knocked Alice back, her feet stumbling as she barely kept her balance. The crowd fell into an uneasy silence, unsure of what had just happened. 

The cameras were quick to catch the moment, zooming in on the scene–Rita and Alice, locked in a fierce confrontation. 

The Millers, standing there, were completely lost. 

What was this? Why would she slap Alice, the main woman, right when she walked in? 

Julie snapped out of her shock. 

She marched toward Rita, eyes blazing with anger. “What do you think you’re doing? Why are you hitting my daughter?” 

Rita’s sneer was sharp. “Does it need a reason? She insulted Mr. Ramsey. I’ll slap her every time I see her.” 

Julie’s face turned red. “You … You’re just a poor woman who’s friends with Robin, aren’t you?” She spat the words through gritted teeth. 

Rita didn’t hesitate. Her hand collided with Julie’s face with a force that echoed through the courtyard. “Say that again, and I’ll cut your throat.” 

Julie froze, her body stiff with fear. The cold rage in Rita’s eyes was enough to make her quiet. 

That look could have stopped anyone in their tracks. 

Hannah, furious, stepped in. “What kind of woman are you? Didn’t your mother tell you that you don’t just hit people without warning? Where did you come from?” 

Rita’s slap was so sudden and violent that Hannah crashed to the ground. 

Rita towered over her. “I came from the depths of Hell, that’s where.” 

She didn’t stop. One slap after another, she struck, leaving the Millers and the reporters stunned, their eyes wide in disbelief. 

Who was this woman? 

So ruthless, so fast to act without care. 

Is she with Robin? They’re a couple? 

Jeffrey’s face turned crimson. “Mr. Chris! Do something! Teach this woman a lesson!” 

Mr. Chris, the Millers‘ butler, knew Rita but didn’t dare intervene. He leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. “Mr. Miller, this is Ms. West’s maid.” 

Before anyone could react, Daphne appeared, stepping forward. “Rita, slap him!” 

Rita turned, her eyes full of fire, and slapped Jeffrey across the face without a second thought. 

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Jeffrey hit the floor, his hand pressed hard against his burning check. He looked up at Daphne with wide, shocked eyes. Her stare was like ice. He couldn’t look away. 

Mr. Chris, the butler, twitched slightly, his face darkening. “Ms. West, why did you strike them?” 

Daphne’s smile was cold. “What’s wrong with it? They deserved it. Do you have a problem with it?” 

Mr. Chris glanced at Rowan, standing just behind Daphine. He quickly turned away. He didn’t dare to 

move. 

The room grew silent. Everyone held their breath. 

Daphne’s presence filled the space. 

She wasn’t just beautiful–there was a power to her. A danger. 

Even Harmonfield’s underground kingpin, Rygar, would step back if he faced her. 

No one had expected to be so close to The Enchanting Queen. 

But the question on everyone’s mind was why she had struck the Millers. 

Challenging Daphne was something no one did lightly in this city. 

Hank’s face twitched. 

His anger boiled, but fear also crept in. He could feel it, thick and cold. 

He took a step forward, his voice shaking. “Ms. West, I don’t know what Alice did to upset you, but why did your maid have to strike her?” 

Daphne laughed, low and mocking. “What, you’re going to stop me? Is that what your family is planning to do? Fight me?” 

Hank froze. Her words were sharp, dismissive. They cut deep. 

“Ms. West,” he said slowly, trying to control his shaking hands. “I know your power. But don’t you worry what people will say about you? That you use your strength to push around the weak?” 

Daphne’s smile turned darker. She narrowed her eyes and lifted her lashes. “So what if I do? What are you going to do about it?” 

The room seemed to grow colder. A chill swept through the air, making everyone shiver. 

Hank instinctively stepped back. His skin crawled under the weight of her stare. 

Alice, her cheek still throbbing, turned to Daphne. “Ms. West … I’ve always looked up to you. I’ve always wanted to be like you.” 

“Shut up!” Daphne’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Don’t even try. You’ll never be like me!” 

Without another word, Daphne dropped to one knee in front of Robin. Her head bowed. “My lord,” she said in a voice that dripped with authority. “Just say the word, and I will have the entire Miller family destroyed.” 

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The room fell completely still. Everyone felt a shiver run through them. 

The legendary woman just said something terribly horrifying. 

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Even without lifting a sword, Daphne’s words were like a freezing wind cutting through the crowd. 

Alice took a step back, her heart pounding. 

But what shocked her the most wasn’t the coldness in Daphne’s words. 

It was the sight of Daphne–who she had once idolized–kneeling before Robin, like a servant, with complete submission. 

What is going on? 

Robin waved a hand, his face showing clear impatience. “Let them go. I don’t want these fools making a mess in my house.” 

Daphne opened her mouth, as if to speak, but stopped herself. She knew better than to argue with Robin. 

There was always a reason for his commands, even if it wasn’t obvious at first. 

“Of course, Master,” she said, her voice calm, almost reverent. 

The room fell into a stunned silence. 

Daphne, the so–called Enchanting Queen of Harmonfield, was bowing before Robin, speaking to him as if he were a king. 

The Millers had gotten him all wrong. Robin was no common man. He was something much more. 

Daphne, the woman they could only dream of reaching, was showing him respect. 

It was a sight none of them could have imagined. 

Alice, who had once looked down on him, had no idea who she was dealing with. 

Was she truly so foolish? 

Had the Millers really been so blind? 

Suddenly, the crowd shifted. 

People stepped aside, parting like the sea for someone approaching. 

A woman, tall and poised, moved through the guests. She moved like a queen, her presence impossible to ignore. 

It was Shirley Dunn, the most beautiful woman in Harmonfield and the daughter of the powerful Dunn family. 

What is she doing here? Why has she come? 

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