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,

Jamie had come with backup to confront

harassing a woman! And it was his

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

of men closing in on Vera, their expressions filled with

Porsche was crumpled and

Hand over those Silvas shares. They're

today!" Furious, Vera shot back, "You're a disgrace! My mom brought five million to Harmonfield, and she earned it through her hard work on Well

that money, and when she earned ten

felt pity for her and sent her five million! Go ask

at the man next to Jamie. "You're the

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 not." "H-how could you... " Vera stuttered,

Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!" Robin pushed through the crowd and stood

and tears of

lowest point, Robin had appeared like a

moment, her world

herself into Robin's

momentarily stunned, grappling with the

woman he usually saw had transformed into a vulnerable figure,

behind Lewis, her voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted me!

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

tension, causing spectators to

man with a medium build, dressed

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

an ominous energy radiated from him, hinting at a dangerous

Brighton, the name Lewis

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

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

knew exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood

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

"Is Brighton's Lynches really that intimidating? The ones

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

strict principles for half my life? Anyone who dares touch

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

power of the Lynches' second steward in

aren't you so

Jamie, bolstered by his

dare you to show us what you're made of in front

bow down to me today, I swear I'll

If not, I'll ensure the Silvas face the consequences alongside you!" He gestured toward

crumpled to the