The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 177

Chapter 177 Are You Still Refusing to Bow?

Rosalie was stunned when Percy called.

The 100,000 she had sent him was borrowed from Abyssal Dominion, a questionable lending company that charged exorbitant interest rates.

Without Robin's assistance, she would have faced serious consequences long ago.

Now, however, Percy had lost that money!

What was she supposed to do?

For a brief moment, Rosalie was left speechless, her mind racing in a state of panic.

Losing that money meant her mother's medical treatment would be interrupted.

Desperately, she began searching for options.

With no alternatives left, she reluctantly decided to contact relatives she hadn't spoken to in ages.

Since her mother fell ill, they had all seemed to back away, probably frightened of being asked for financial help.

Yet, given the gravity of her situation, she had no choice but to reach out. Regardless of how humiliating it felt, she had to do it for her mother's sake. Noticing the worried expression on Rosalie's face, Robin casually inquired, "What's going on?"

"Um... it's nothing. Just some arrangements for my mom's surgery," Rosalie stuttered, ultimately deciding against sharing the specifics of Percy's phone call. She couldn't bear to put any more weight on Robin's shoulders; he had already done so much for her.

She swore she couldn't let Robin know about Percy borrowing from the dark web lenders.

"Robin, I need to take a day off from work. I have to go to the hospital today. Is that alright?"

"The hospital? Do you want me to drive you?" Robin asked, glancing at Rosalie, who appeared quite anxious.

"No, really, it's fine. You have enough to deal with. I can take a cab," she replied hastily.

"Okay," Robin said, nodding as he pulled the car over.

Once they stopped, Rosalie quickly hailed a taxi and hurried away.

Robin hadn't driven very far when a crowd suddenly obstructed the road ahead.

As he contemplated how to navigate around them, he caught sight of a damaged car amid the chaos-it was Vera's Porsche 918.

At that moment, Vera was surrounded by several individuals, including Harvey, Quincy, and Jamie.

Jamie stood a man in his 50s, accompanied by several intimidating

clear that Jamie had come with backup

harassing a woman! And it was his own

as he parked the car, turned

group of men closing in on Vera, their expressions filled

Porsche was

Hand over those Silvas shares.

us! Without that money, there would be no Silva Group today!" Furious, Vera shot back, "You're a disgrace! My mom brought five million

ten million, she

Lynches, she took nothing! It was my grandmother who felt pity for her and sent her five million! Go ask your pathetic grandfather if I'm

"You're the Lynches' second steward; you know this is

to the Lynches. To the family, there's

can't believe it! The Lynches of Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!" Robin pushed through

eyes lit up, and tears of frustration streamed

point, Robin had appeared like a knight in shining

that moment, her world

herself into

momentarily stunned, grappling with the scene

had transformed into a vulnerable figure, clutching him tightly as

voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted me! I want

cold, piercing glare at Robin, his eyes gleaming

tension,

man with a medium build, dressed in a brown

hair and deep-set eyes gave him a rat-like appearance, while his pallid,

at a dangerous

name Lewis was synonymous

he was taken in by Steven, becoming entrenched in the Lynches for

decade of intense training, he had gained a reputation by defeating several skilled opponents, securing his place among Brighton's top martial artists. Over the years, Lewis had handled many

skilled he was, but one truth stood clear: He was not a man to be trifled

Robin, "Kid, you think you

"Is Brighton's Lynches really that intimidating? The ones I've met seem more

he scolded. "I've kept a low profile for years, and now you think

by strict principles for half my life? Anyone who dares touch a member of

with tremendous force, producing a deafening crack as the thick asphalt yielded beneath him, creating a deep impression from a man who appeared to be on his last legs. The crowd instinctively recoiled, fear etched on their faces

power of the

so full of

his

dare you to show us what you're made of

to me today, I swear I'll ruin

added coldly, "Boy, Mr. Jamie demands you kneel! If not, I'll ensure the Silvas face the consequences alongside you!" He gestured

to