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

Jamie had

harassing a woman! And it was his own

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

before him showed a group of men closing in on

Porsche was crumpled and hardly

little tramp! Hand over those Silvas shares. They're

today!" Furious, Vera shot back, "You're a disgrace! My mom brought five million to Harmonfield,

earned ten million,

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

"You're

However, Mr. Jamie insists that five million belongs to the Lynches. To the family, there's no distinction between right and

it! The Lynches of Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!" Robin

lit up, and tears of frustration streamed

lowest point, Robin had appeared like a knight in

her

threw herself into Robin's

stood momentarily stunned, grappling

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

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

eyes gleaming with a menacing intent that sent shivers through the

tension, causing spectators

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

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

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

Lewis was synonymous with

he was taken in by Steven, becoming entrenched in the Lynches for the

him, and 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 pirates from Draconia and outmatching the top

with exaggeration. Nobody knew exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood clear: He

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

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

dare you!" Lewis's fists clenched in anger as he scolded. "I've kept a low profile

principles for half my life? Anyone who dares

yielded beneath him, creating a deep

the Lynches' second

you so

bolstered by his previous safety behind Lewis, stepped forward

you to show us what you're made

me today, I swear I'll

I'll ensure the Silvas face

promptly crumpled to the ground