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

had come with backup to

disgrace harassing a woman! And

parked the car, turned off the engine, and stepped

scene before him showed a group of men closing in

her Porsche

"You little tramp! Hand over those Silvas

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

when she earned ten million, she gave it all to my

my mom left the Lynches, she took nothing! It was my grandmother who felt pity for

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

"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 it or

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

eyes lit up, and tears of frustration

lowest point, Robin had appeared like a knight in

her

into

stunned, grappling with the scene before

confident woman he usually saw had transformed into a vulnerable

instinctively hid behind Lewis, her voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted me! I want

piercing glare at Robin, his eyes gleaming with a menacing intent that

thickened with tension, causing spectators

stood a frail-looking middle-aged man with a medium

thinning hair and deep-set eyes gave him a rat-like appearance, while his pallid,

at a dangerous nature that

Brighton, the name Lewis was synonymous with

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

reputation by defeating several skilled opponents, securing his place among Brighton's top martial

knew exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood clear: He was not a

he addressed Robin, "Kid, you think you can lay hands on

in his eyes. "Is Brighton's Lynches really that intimidating? The ones I've

he scolded. "I've kept a low

life? Anyone who

as the thick asphalt yielded beneath him, creating a deep impression from a man who appeared to be on his last legs. The crowd

power of the Lynches' second

so

by his

dare you to show us what you're made of

down to me today, I

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

crumpled to the ground