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.

to Jamie stood a man in his

had come with backup to

woman!

cold smirk as he parked the car, turned off the engine,

before him showed a group of men closing in on Vera, their expressions

front of her Porsche was crumpled and hardly

spat, "You little tramp! Hand over

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

that money, and when she earned ten million, she gave it all

the Lynches, she took nothing! It was my grandmother who felt pity for her and

Jamie. "You're the Lynches' second steward; you know

nodded. "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

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

and tears of frustration streamed

point, Robin had appeared like a

that moment, her world felt significantly

threw herself into Robin's embrace,

grappling with the

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

voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted

directed a cold, piercing glare at Robin, his eyes gleaming with

atmosphere thickened with tension, causing spectators

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

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

hinting at a dangerous nature

Lewis

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

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

exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood clear:

he addressed Robin, "Kid, you think you can lay hands on the heir of Brighton's

"Is Brighton's Lynches really that intimidating? The ones I've met seem more

in anger as he scolded. "I've kept a low profile

principles for half my life? Anyone who dares

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 instinctively recoiled,

the power of the Lynches' second

aren't you so

moment, Jamie, bolstered by his previous safety behind

what you're made of in front of

don't bow down to me today, I swear

Mr. Jamie demands you kneel! If not, I'll ensure the Silvas face the consequences alongside you!" He gestured toward

to the ground in