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.

stood a man in

that Jamie had

harassing a woman!

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

scene before him showed a group of men

front of her Porsche was crumpled and hardly

spat, "You little tramp! Hand over those

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 it through her hard work

and when she earned ten million, she

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

at the man next to Jamie. "You're the Lynches' second steward;

man, Lewis Lynch, nodded. "That's correct, Ms. Silva. However, Mr. Jamie insists that five million belongs to the Lynches. To the family,

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

and tears

had appeared

moment, her world felt significantly

into Robin's embrace, sobbing

stood momentarily stunned, grappling with the scene before

usually saw had transformed into a vulnerable figure, clutching

Lewis, her voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk

directed a cold, piercing glare at Robin, his eyes gleaming with a

atmosphere thickened with tension, causing spectators

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

appearance, while his pallid, gaunt face

an ominous energy radiated from him, hinting at a dangerous nature that belied his

Lewis was synonymous

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

after a 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

about Lewis flowed freely, blending fact with exaggeration. Nobody knew exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood

sneer, he addressed Robin, "Kid, you think you can

eyes. "Is Brighton's Lynches really

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

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

ground 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

the power of the Lynches'

aren't you so full of

his

show us what you're made of in front

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

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

to the ground