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, accompanied by several intimidating

was clear that Jamie had come

a disgrace harassing a woman! And

curled into a cold smirk as he parked the

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

of her Porsche

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!"

money, and when she earned ten

Lynches, she took nothing! It was my grandmother who felt pity for her and sent

man next to Jamie. "You're the Lynches' second steward;

the Lynches. To the family, there's no distinction between right and wrong-only whether they want it or

it! The Lynches of Brighton-what a bunch of thieves!"

tears of frustration streamed down

Robin had appeared like

that moment, her world

threw herself into Robin's embrace,

stood momentarily stunned, grappling with

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

with rage.

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

atmosphere thickened with tension, causing spectators to

with a medium build,

while his pallid, gaunt face suggested someone who was

from him, hinting at a dangerous

the name Lewis was

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

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

exactly how skilled he was, but one truth stood clear: He was not a man

a derisive sneer, he addressed Robin, "Kid, you think you can lay hands on the

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

kept a low profile for years,

you even realize, boy, that I've lived by strict principles for half my life? Anyone who dares

a single step, Lewis struck the ground with tremendous force, producing a deafening crack as the thick asphalt yielded beneath him, creating a deep impression from

of the Lynches'

so

bolstered by his

dare you to show us what you're made

don't bow down to me today, I swear

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

promptly crumpled to the ground in