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.

Jamie stood a man in his 50s, accompanied by

had come with backup to confront

disgrace harassing a woman! And

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

group of men closing

front of her Porsche was crumpled and

tramp! Hand over those Silvas

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

she earned ten million, she gave it all to

felt pity for her and sent her

at the man next to Jamie. "You're

belongs to the Lynches. To the family, there's no distinction between right and wrong-only whether they want it or not." "H-how could you...

bunch of thieves!" Robin

tears of frustration streamed

had appeared like a knight in shining

moment, her world felt significantly

into Robin's embrace, sobbing

stood momentarily stunned, grappling with the

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

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

eyes gleaming with a menacing intent that sent shivers through

thickened with tension, causing spectators

with a

his pallid, gaunt face suggested someone who

ominous energy radiated from him, hinting at a dangerous

name Lewis was synonymous with

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

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

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

you think you can lay hands on the heir of Brighton's

smirk, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Is Brighton's Lynches really that intimidating? The ones

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

for half my life? Anyone who dares touch a

force, producing a deafening crack as the thick asphalt yielded beneath him, creating a deep impression from

the Lynches' second steward in

so full

moment, Jamie, bolstered by his previous safety behind

you to show us what you're made

bow down to me today, I swear I'll ruin

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

crumpled to the