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,

was clear that Jamie had come with

harassing a woman! And

as he parked the car, turned off the

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

of her Porsche was crumpled

spat, "You little tramp! Hand over those Silvas shares.

Without that money, there would be no Silva Group today!"

earned ten million, she gave it

nothing! It was my grandmother who felt pity for her

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

belongs to the Lynches. To the family, there's no distinction between

a bunch of thieves!" Robin pushed through

eyes lit up, and tears of frustration streamed down her

point, Robin had appeared

that moment, her

threw herself into

stood momentarily stunned, grappling with

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

voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted me! I want him

cold, piercing glare at Robin, his eyes gleaming with

atmosphere thickened with tension, causing spectators to

man with a

him a rat-like appearance, while his pallid,

him, hinting at a

Lewis was synonymous

he was taken in by Steven, becoming entrenched in

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

with exaggeration. Nobody knew exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood clear: He

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

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

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

even realize, boy, that I've lived by strict principles for half my life? Anyone who dares touch a member of the Lynches

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

power of the Lynches'

so

moment, Jamie, bolstered by his

us what you're made of in front of

down to me today,

I'll ensure the Silvas face

crumpled to the