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.

man in his 50s, accompanied by several intimidating

had come with backup to

woman!

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

group of men closing

Porsche was crumpled and hardly

spat, "You little tramp! Hand

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

and when she earned ten million, she

left the Lynches, she took nothing! It was my grandmother who felt pity for her and sent her five million! Go ask your pathetic

to Jamie. "You're the Lynches'

to the Lynches. To the family, there's no distinction between right and wrong-only whether they

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

lit up, and tears of frustration streamed down

lowest point, Robin had appeared like a knight in

moment, her world

herself into Robin's embrace, sobbing

grappling with the scene

usually saw had transformed into a vulnerable figure, clutching him tightly as she unleashed her

behind Lewis, her voice quaking with rage. "Lewis,

his eyes gleaming with a

atmosphere thickened with tension, causing spectators

middle-aged man with a medium build, dressed

a rat-like appearance, while his pallid, gaunt face suggested someone who was

him, hinting at

name Lewis

the streets as a 13-year-old, he was taken in by Steven, becoming entrenched

securing his place among Brighton's top martial artists. Over the years, Lewis had handled

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

"Kid, you think you can lay hands on the heir of

smirk, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Is Brighton's Lynches really that intimidating? The ones I've met seem more like

Lewis's fists clenched in anger as he scolded. "I've kept a low profile for years,

boy, that I've lived by strict principles for half my life? Anyone who dares touch a member of the Lynches will pay dearly

crack as the thick asphalt yielded beneath him, creating a deep impression from a man who appeared to be

this... the power of the Lynches' second

you so

that moment, Jamie, bolstered by his previous safety

dare you to show us what you're

you don't bow down to me today, I

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

crumpled to the ground in