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.

man in his 50s, accompanied by several intimidating

had

woman! And it was

lips curled into a cold smirk as he parked the car,

of men closing in on Vera, their expressions

of her Porsche was crumpled

tramp! Hand over those Silvas shares.

when Sharon, 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

when she earned ten million, she gave it

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

at the man next to Jamie. "You're the

Lewis 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

bunch of thieves!" Robin pushed through

and tears of frustration

appeared like a

her

threw herself into Robin's embrace, sobbing

momentarily stunned, grappling with the

woman he usually saw had transformed into a vulnerable figure,

quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted

piercing glare at Robin, his eyes gleaming

with tension, causing

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

his pallid, gaunt face suggested someone who was barely hanging on

ominous energy radiated from him, hinting at a dangerous

Brighton, the name Lewis was synonymous with

he was taken in by

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'

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

"Kid, you think you can lay hands

Lynches really that intimidating? The ones I've met seem

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

lived by strict principles for half my life? Anyone who dares touch a member of

deep impression from a man who appeared to be on his last legs. The crowd instinctively recoiled, fear etched on their

the power of the Lynches' second steward in

so full

bolstered by his previous safety behind Lewis, stepped forward

you to show us what

bow down to me

Jamie demands you kneel! If not, I'll ensure the Silvas face the consequences alongside you!" He

to the ground in