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.

in his 50s, accompanied by

was clear that Jamie had come with backup to

disgrace harassing a woman! And

into a cold smirk as he parked the car, turned off the

scene before him showed a group of men

her Porsche was

"You little tramp! Hand over

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

ten million,

was my grandmother who felt pity for her and sent her five million!

Jamie. "You're the Lynches'

correct, Ms. Silva. However, Mr. Jamie insists that five million belongs to the Lynches. To the family, there's no distinction between right and wrong-only whether they want

believe it! The Lynches of Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!" Robin pushed through the crowd and stood beside

lit up, and tears

lowest point, Robin had appeared like a knight in shining

moment, her world felt

herself into

momentarily stunned, grappling

a vulnerable figure, clutching him tightly

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

glare at Robin, his eyes gleaming with a menacing intent that sent shivers through

with tension, causing

stood a frail-looking middle-aged man with a medium build, dressed in

his pallid, gaunt face suggested someone who was barely hanging on

at a dangerous nature that belied his frail

Brighton, the name Lewis was synonymous

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

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 of the Lynches' unsavory tasks. Rumors circulated about him taking down the most notorious pirates from Draconia and outmatching the top military

Lewis flowed freely, blending fact with exaggeration. Nobody knew exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood clear: He was not a man to

sneer, he addressed Robin, "Kid, you think you can lay hands on the heir of

"Is Brighton's Lynches really that

scolded. "I've kept a low

by strict principles for half my life? Anyone

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

the power of the

you so

his

dare you to show us what

you don't bow down to me today, I swear I'll

I'll ensure the Silvas face the consequences alongside you!" He gestured

to