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 his 50s,

Jamie had come with backup to confront

disgrace harassing a woman!

parked the car, turned

him showed a group of men closing in

Porsche was crumpled and

little tramp! Hand over

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

she earned ten million, she gave it all to

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

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

Lynch, nodded. "That's 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

bunch of thieves!" Robin pushed through the crowd and stood

up, and tears of frustration streamed

appeared

her world felt significantly

into

momentarily stunned, grappling with the scene before

confident woman he usually saw had transformed into a vulnerable figure, clutching

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

his eyes gleaming with a

atmosphere thickened with tension, causing

man with a medium

deep-set eyes gave him a rat-like appearance, while his pallid, gaunt face suggested

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

name Lewis

he was taken in by Steven,

arts master to train him, and after a decade of intense training, he had gained a reputation by defeating several skilled opponents, securing his place among Brighton's

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

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

a smirk, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Is Brighton's Lynches really

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

even realize, boy, that I've lived by strict principles for half my life? Anyone who dares touch a member of the

him, creating a deep impression from a man who appeared to be on his last legs. The crowd instinctively recoiled, fear etched

of the Lynches'

you so full

by his

to show us what you're made of in

to me today, I

the Silvas face the consequences alongside you!" He gestured toward

to the ground