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.

a man in his 50s, accompanied by several intimidating

clear that Jamie had come with backup to confront

a disgrace harassing a woman!

as he parked

of men closing in on Vera, their expressions filled with

front of her Porsche was crumpled

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

be no Silva Group today!" Furious, Vera shot back, "You're a disgrace! My mom brought five million to Harmonfield, and she earned it

earned ten million, she gave it all to

pity for her and sent

at the man next to Jamie. "You're

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,

can't believe it! The Lynches of Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!" Robin pushed

up, and tears

lowest point, Robin had appeared like a knight

moment, her world felt significantly

herself into Robin's

momentarily stunned, grappling

a vulnerable figure, clutching him tightly as

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

gleaming with a

thickened with tension, causing spectators to

frail-looking middle-aged man with a

while his pallid, gaunt face suggested

him, hinting at a dangerous nature that belied his frail

Brighton, the name Lewis

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

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

Nobody knew exactly how skilled he was,

derisive sneer, he addressed Robin, "Kid, you think you can lay

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

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

my life? Anyone who dares

producing a deafening 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, fear etched on their faces as they

the Lynches'

aren't you so

moment, Jamie, bolstered by his previous

show us what you're made of

don't bow down to me today, I swear I'll ruin

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

to the ground