Chapter 914 No Matter What You Do, I Won't Acknowledge You

Robin took one look at the eager expressions on Jethro and Jackson's faces and let out a knowing laugh.

"Alright," he said with a smirk. "For General Quintana and Mr. Pryce's sake, I'll lift the restrictions on Abner.

"But don't forget what you promised me," he warned, his voice darkening. "If you don't follow through, the consequences will fall on you.

"Now, go ahead and bring Abner here to apologize and offer me a drink as a sign of respect!"

With that, Robin walked over to his designated seat and sat down, his expression calm.

"Mr. Ramsey!" The diplomatic attaché from Weronnia rushed over to Robin, his voice urgent. "Mr. Ramsey, you haven't made Abner stand yet."

Robin lazily picked up the pen from the table, lazily pointing behind him without looking.

Abner had already risen and entered the meeting hall, walking toward his seat.

The diplomatic attaché's eyes glinted with a sly, knowing look.

He quickly followed Abner, ignoring Robin, Jethro, and Jackson as if nothing had happened.

Pierre, watching from the side, couldn't help but smile with amusement.

Other attendees exchanged glances, some with puzzled expressions, others with knowing looks.

It appeared that Robin, the powerful figure everyone feared, had just been outplayed by Weronnia's diplomatic attaché and Abner!

A wave of gloating swept through the room as people began to quietly relish Robin's moment of discomfort.

Even the organizing committee and service staff couldn't hide their glee, eagerly waiting to see how Robin, usually so full of bravado, would handle this situation.

The atmosphere in the room became unnervingly tense, as if everyone was holding their breath in anticipation.

Zayden clenched his fists in anger.

How shameless! How could someone be so dishonorable, so deceitful?

But as a bodyguard, he could only stand silently, biting back his fury.

Jackson, stunned, watched the scene unfold in disbelief.

He had seen his fair share of dirty tricks in his time, but this was a new low.

Yet what could he do about it? What was the point of reacting to such a petty maneuver?

It disgusted him, but it was hardly worth sinking to their level.

His gaze shifted from Robin, who showed no sign of reacting, to Jethro, whose eyes were cold and focused. After a brief pause, Jackson turned to Abner and his group. "Abner," he called out, his voice sharp, "What about your promise to Mr. Ramsey?"

The Weronnia diplomatic attaché, feigning confusion, flashed a smile. "Mr. Pryce, I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean."

Jackson's frustration boiled over. "You were the one who asked Mr. Ramsey to lift the restrictions on Abner, and in return, he had to apologize by serving a drink for the insults he made earlier. Where's your promise?" The diplomatic attaché, with a look of mock innocence, shrugged. "I don't recall saying anything of the sort," he replied, his voice dripping with fake grievance.

Robin, unfazed by his antics, continued to idly twirl the pen in his hands.

The representatives from other regions couldn't hold back their laughter at how smoothly the diplomatic attaché had managed to sidestep his commitment.

It was clear that Robin wouldn't make a scene, but that only made this little act all the more humiliating for him.

Jethro, witnessing the diplomatic attaché and Abner's antics, shook his head, his face twisted in contempt.

These arrogant fools have no clue what they are dealing with.

To break their word in front of someone like Robin is sheer madness.

What are they thinking? Do they think there would be no consequences?

Messing with someone like Robin is practically a death wish!

Jethro scoffed, his voice cold as ice. "Are you sure you want to keep going with this?"

The diplomatic attaché shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, General Quintana, I never promised anything. So clearly, I have nothing to fulfill.

"The meeting is about to begin, so let's all calm down and focus, shall we?"

Jethro's glare hardened. "You're sure you don't intend to keep your word?"

"I never said it in the first place," he replied smugly, exchanging a mocking glance with other regional representatives.

"Alright then," Jethro said, his tone final, "Don't forget what Mr. Ramsey warned you about.

He turned to Robin. "I apologize, Mr. Ramsey, this is entirely my fault."

Robin waved his hand dismissively. "Just drop it. The meeting is about to start."noveldrama

He tossed the pen onto the table, and it broke with a sharp crack as it snapped in half.

At the same time, a dull thud echoed from Weronnia's seats.

Both the diplomatic attaché and Abner suddenly collapsed to the floor, groveling.

The room fell into stunned silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the strange scene.

What are Weronnia's diplomatic attaché and Abner doing? Why are they on the floor?

Is this some sort of bizarre tradition at their meetings?

Several representatives rushed to

help them, but despite the combined strength of two military officers and threeassistants, they couldn't lift them.

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The diplomatic attaché's face burned with fury, but it quickly shifted to regret.

He realized, with a sinking feeling, that this had to be Robin's doing. Looking at the broken pen on the table, a chill ran down his spine.

At that moment, it hit him: Robin was not someone to be messed with.

The room was silent, save for the nervous shuffling of feet.

The regional representatives, who had been laughing moments ago, now exchanged uneasy glances, their faces pale with fear. What kind of power is this? What kind of technique could cause this?

The Weronnia diplomatic attaché, now desperate, pleaded. "Mr. Ramsey, I was foolish. I broke my promise. Please... forgive me." Robin, still toying with the broken pen, ignored him completely.

Turning away from the diplomatic attaché, he then looked at Jethro The attaché turned to Jethro for help. "General Quintana, I was wrong. Please, ask Mr. Ramsey to forgive me."

Jethro smiled coldly. "Don't bother asking me. You only get one chance to speak.

"I don't associate with those who break their word!"

The diplomatic attaché let out a bitter sigh and turned to Jackson. "Mr. Pryce, we're both in the same line of work. Can't you ... help me?" Jackson sneered. "Diplomatic attaché, I share the same sentiment as General Quintana. As for liars and cheats like you, I couldn't care less! "Stop begging me. No matter what you do, I won't acknowledge you!"

Just then, a loud burst of laughter came from outside the room.

Mona, her hair wild and barefoot, entered the hall, laughing uncontrollably.

"What's going on here? Hahaha..."

She pointed at the Weronnia diplomatic attaché and Abner, grinning like a madwoman.

Two members of the organizing committee quickly blocked her

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"Please leave! You, with your disheveled appearance, need to leave the meeting room!"

Security swiftly escorted Mona out, her laughter echoing in the hallway.