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 several intimidating

clear that Jamie had come with backup to

a woman! And it was

as he parked the car, turned off the engine, and

group of men closing in on Vera, their expressions filled

of her Porsche was crumpled

Hand over those

that b*tch, fled from the Lynches, she swindled five 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

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

was my grandmother who felt pity for her and sent her five million! Go ask your

"You're the Lynches' second steward; you know this is

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...

believe it! The Lynches of Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!" Robin pushed through the crowd and stood beside

tears of

appeared like

her world felt

herself into Robin's embrace,

stood momentarily stunned, grappling with the

saw had transformed into a vulnerable figure, clutching him tightly

her voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk

Robin, his eyes gleaming with a menacing intent that

atmosphere thickened with tension, causing spectators

man with a medium build, dressed in a

gave him a rat-like appearance, while his pallid, gaunt

hinting at a dangerous nature

Brighton, the name Lewis was synonymous with

13-year-old, he was taken in by Steven,

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,

exaggeration. Nobody knew exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood clear: He was not a

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

Brighton's Lynches really

you!" Lewis's fists clenched in anger as he scolded. "I've kept a low

my life? Anyone who dares touch a member of the Lynches will pay dearly

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

the power of the Lynches' second steward

so full

by his previous safety behind Lewis, stepped

us what you're made

me today, I swear

I'll ensure the Silvas face the consequences alongside you!" He gestured toward Vera, Harvey,

crumpled to the