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

clear that Jamie had come with backup

a woman!

as he parked the car, turned off the engine,

men closing in on Vera,

her Porsche was crumpled and

spat, "You little tramp! Hand over

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 to Harmonfield,

ten

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

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

"That's correct, Ms. Silva. However, Mr. Jamie insists that five million belongs to the Lynches. To the

it! The Lynches of Brighton-what a bunch of

up, and tears of

lowest point, Robin had appeared

that moment, her world

threw herself into

stood momentarily stunned, grappling with the scene before

confident woman he usually saw had transformed into a vulnerable figure, clutching him tightly

Lewis, her voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted

Robin, his eyes gleaming with a menacing intent that sent shivers through the

with tension, causing spectators to

frail-looking middle-aged man with

rat-like appearance, while his pallid,

at a dangerous nature that belied

Lewis was synonymous

roamed the streets as a 13-year-old, he was taken in by Steven, becoming entrenched in the Lynches for

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 down the most notorious pirates from Draconia and outmatching the top

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

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

"Is Brighton's Lynches really

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

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

the thick asphalt yielded beneath him, creating a deep impression from a man who appeared to be on his last legs.

of the Lynches' second steward

you so full

moment, Jamie, bolstered by his previous safety

us what you're made of in front of

don't bow down to me

ensure the Silvas face the consequences alongside you!"

promptly crumpled to the