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 by

clear that Jamie had

a woman! And it

he parked the car, turned

a group of men closing in on Vera, their expressions

Porsche

tramp! Hand over those Silvas shares. They're

from us! Without that money, there would be no Silva Group today!" Furious, Vera shot back, "You're a disgrace! My mom brought five million to Harmonfield, and she

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

mom left the Lynches, she took nothing! It was my grandmother who felt pity

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

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

of Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!" Robin

eyes lit up, and tears of

her lowest point, Robin had appeared like a knight in shining

her

threw herself into Robin's embrace,

grappling with

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

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

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

with tension,

middle-aged man with a

eyes gave him a rat-like appearance, while his pallid, gaunt face suggested someone

from him, hinting at a dangerous

Lewis

was taken in by Steven, becoming entrenched in the Lynches for the last 40

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

freely, blending fact with exaggeration. Nobody knew exactly how skilled he was, but

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

a smirk, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Is Brighton's Lynches really that intimidating? The

kept a low profile for

that I've lived by strict principles for half my life? Anyone who dares touch a

beneath him, creating a deep impression from a man who appeared to be on

the Lynches' second steward

so

that moment, Jamie, bolstered by his previous safety behind Lewis, stepped

us what you're made

down to me today, I swear I'll

Jamie demands you kneel! If not, I'll ensure the Silvas face

promptly crumpled to the ground in