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

clear that Jamie had

disgrace harassing a woman! And

parked the car, turned off

men closing in

of her Porsche was crumpled

little tramp! Hand over those

million 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

ten million, she gave it

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

the man next to Jamie. "You're the

Lynch, 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 whether they want it or not." "H-how could you... " Vera stuttered, utterly

Lynches of Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!" Robin

up, and tears of

had appeared like a knight

moment, her world felt

into Robin's embrace,

momentarily stunned, grappling

woman he usually saw had transformed into a

rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted

gleaming with a menacing intent that sent

tension, causing spectators

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

while his pallid, gaunt face suggested

radiated from him, hinting at a dangerous nature that belied

the name Lewis was synonymous

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

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

Robin, "Kid, you think you can lay

Brighton's Lynches really that intimidating? The

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

for half my life? Anyone who dares touch a member of

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

power of the Lynches'

so full

Jamie, bolstered by his

dare you to show us what

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

coldly, "Boy, Mr. Jamie demands you kneel! If not, I'll ensure the Silvas

promptly crumpled to the ground