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 50s, accompanied

that Jamie had

a disgrace harassing a woman! And it was

as he parked

a group of men closing

Porsche

"You little tramp! Hand

us! Without that money, there would be no Silva Group today!" Furious, Vera shot back,

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

to Jamie. "You're the

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

bunch of thieves!"

up, and tears of frustration streamed

point, Robin had appeared like

her world felt

into Robin's embrace, sobbing

grappling with the

had transformed into a vulnerable figure, clutching him tightly as she

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

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

tension, causing

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

his

hinting at a

the name Lewis was

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

arts master to train 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 military

freely, blending fact with exaggeration. Nobody knew exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood clear: He was not a man to

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

eyes. "Is Brighton's Lynches really that

as he scolded. "I've kept a low profile for years, and now you think you can cross

by strict principles for half my life?

deep impression from a man

this... the power of the Lynches' second steward

so full of

by his previous safety behind Lewis, stepped

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

don't bow down to me today, I swear

Mr. Jamie demands you kneel! If not, I'll ensure the

crumpled to the ground in