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,

had come with backup to confront

disgrace harassing a woman! And it was his own

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

of men

Porsche was crumpled

tramp! Hand

when Sharon, that b*tch, fled from the Lynches, 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

that money, and when she earned ten million, she

pity for her and sent her five

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

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

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

lit up, and tears of frustration streamed down her

lowest point, Robin had appeared like a knight in

that moment, her

threw herself into Robin's

stunned, grappling

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

behind Lewis, her voice quaking with rage.

gleaming with a menacing intent

thickened with tension, causing spectators to

man with a medium build,

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

at a

Lewis was synonymous

in by

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the Lynches' second

you so full

his previous safety

to show us what

bow down to me today,

Jamie demands you kneel! If not, I'll ensure the

promptly crumpled to the