The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 794 Rence, You Must Live Well Chapter 794 Rence, You Must Live Well Kieran looked at the sorrowful expression in Joanna's eyes and hesitated for a moment.

"Are you saying that if I let Brenda go, you'll willingly givewhat I want?" Joanna nodded. "Yes, Kieran. If you let Brenda go, I'll do as you wish Kieran burst into laughter. "Even now, Ms. Leif, you still have such charm. Fine, I'll agree.

Someone, escort Brenda out immediately!" ne, Brenda was stunned. "Joanna, don't do this! Don't lower yourself for this sc*mbag, Robin will cto save us! He'll destroy them all!" Kieran slapped Brenda hard. "You think you're untouchable? Constantly disrespecting me? Even if Robin shows up, he won't dare lay a finger on me!" He sneered. "I am the grandson of Lord Southmere. Does he have enough lives to challenge me? Drag her out of here!" Brenda clung tightly to Joanna's hand. "Joanna, don't do this. If we're going to die, we'll die together!" Joanna shook her head gently. "Brenda, you need to live. Don't worry about me-I've been lucky to make it this far. If anything happens to me, please look after Mrs. Leif." Brenda froze. "Mrs. Leif?" "I've known for a while she's not my real mother, but we don't have tfor that now. Brenda, please go. Meeting you guys has been the greatest blessing of my life." Before Brenda could respond, two bodyguards entered and forcibly dragged her out of the room.

Joanna exhaled deeply, steadying herself. "Kieran, untie me. I want to clean up and change. I don't want to look so disheveled." Kieran admired Joanna with a glint of desire in his eyes.

As he loosened the ropes binding her wrists, he said with a playful grin, "Okay, Ms. Leif, as long as you promise me, you can do as you please. I'll even have slingerie sent up for you right away." Joanna rubbed her sore wrists and met his gaze coldly. "I hope you'll keep your word. I want to see Brenda leave the villa unharmed, untouched by Rhea or anyone else." Kieran was momentarily struck by her unwavering determination. It only deepened his intrigue. "Trust me, I'll keep my promise," he said with a sly smirk. "You can even watch from the balcony as Brenda is escorted out safely." Joanna stepped out onto the balcony, ensuring Brenda left the villa unharmed. Once satisfied, she turned back to Kieran, who eagerly moved forward, arms open to embrace her.

Joanna stepped aside, stopping him cold. "Not so fast, Kieran. I told you I needed to freshen up first. Have someone bringa set of beauty products and makeup." Kieran's brows creased in slight confusion. "Do you really need all that right now?" 12 12 0, 1/3 Chapter 794 Renee, You Must Live Well 58% Joanna's voice was icy, "Of course. This is an important moment for me. I want it to be done properly? "Important moment? What do you mean?" Kieran asked, startled.

Joanna's expression didn't waver. "This marks a significant end in my life. Isn't that worth noting? Kieran blinked, then laughed as realization dawned, "Ah, I see! The end of your first time, yes, yes! Of course, it deserves a sense of occasion.

"Very well, Ms. Leif. I'll have the beauty products sent over immediately. In fact, I'll even call a professional hakeup artist to help you." Joanna shook her head sharply. "That won't be necessary. I'll do it myself. I don't want anyone else around." "Sure! No one will disturb you!" Kieran said, his laughter brimming with satisfaction.

Moments later, a woman arrived with an elegant beauty kit.

Joanna glanced at Kieran, her tone commanding. "While I'm getting ready, do not enter this room. I need this to be done in peace." Kieran eagerly nodded. "Of course, take your time! I won't bother you at all!" Kieran's heart thudded in anticipation, the allure of her presence leaving him restless.

Who says there are no pure women who value dignity over money and status in this world? With my identity as the grandson of the Lord Southmere, there's no woman I can't conquer. Appearing aloof, yet wilder than anyone else! Kieran leaned back on the couch, imagining the passionate moment to come, swallowing hard in anticipation.

In the opulent and meticulously designed bathroom, Joanna stood alone in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection.

Her beautiful face was etched with sorrow.

From childhood, life with Marge had been a struggle, living at the bottom of society and enduring relentless oppression and humiliation.

She had spent her life teetering on the edge of survival, trembling and holding on, just to make it to today. When she met Robin and Brenda, it felt like life was finally offering her a reprieve.

For a fleeting moment, she believed the nightmares with Marge had ended.

Yet, she found herself facing the cruelty of Kieran and Rhea.

"Is this truly my fate?" she murmured to herself.

"Is there no escape from the curse of being a beauty destined for a tragic end?" Joanna's trembling hands opened the makeup box. As her fingers found the sharp eyebrow razor, she pressed it gently against the tender skin of her wrist.

2/3 Chapter 794 Rence, You Must Live Well 46&tos Coins "Mrs. Leif, I'm sorry. I can't stay by your side in your old age. For all the kindness you've shown me, I can only hope to repay you in another life.

"I cinto this world clean, and I want to leave it clean. Please don't hate me. My only regret is not being able to honor you for all the years you raised me." Just as the pain of despair consumed her, a vivid vision of fire and destruction flashed before her eyes.

In the chaotic blaze, she stood paralyzed with fear.

soft but urgent voice echoed in her ears, "Renee, don't make a sound. Hide quietly here. Someone will bine for you.

"No matter what you hear, don't scream. You must survive. Mommy loves you...

Joanna froze, her breath catching.

That scene-it had haunted her dreams countless times before.

She never knew whether it was real or just a figment of her imagination.

However, if it were merely a dream, why did the voice-the tender callof "mommy"-feel so vivid, so comforting, as though it truly belonged to her past? The memory felt undeniably real as if it was a part of her life that she had somehow lost.

Yet everything before and after that fire remained a foggy void in her mind.

What she did remember was being taken in by Marge, a lonely, frail woman who becher only source of stability.

From then on, she drifted through a world of darkness and cruelty, each day marked by fear and submission.

Surviving as part of the lower class was not truly living-it was merely enduring.

If not for meeting Robin, Brenda, and Marrisa, she would nex Id never have m realized that kindness and warmth could still exist in such a bleak world.

Yet now, it seemed all of that was slipping away, along with her hope for anything more. Joanna's trembling hand tightened around the eyebrow razor and slashed down fiercely. Bright red blood gushed from her wrist.

As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her vision blurred.

The world around her dissolved into a deep, cold abyss. Darkness-wrapped around her, and the air grew heavy and suffocating. Yet, within the engulfing void, she could see the fire again, hear the cries of anguish and the clash of chaos.

And above it all, the svoice called out, growing fainter yet more desperate.

"Renee, you must live well ..."