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

Jamie had come with backup to confront

harassing a woman! And it was

cold smirk as he parked the car,

showed a group of men closing in on Vera,

her Porsche was

spat, "You little tramp! Hand over those Silvas

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 to Harmonfield, and she earned

invested that money, and when she earned ten million, she

It was my grandmother who felt pity

"You're the Lynches' second steward;

million belongs to the Lynches. To the family, there's no distinction

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

eyes lit up, and tears of frustration streamed down her

had appeared like a knight in

that moment, her world

into Robin's embrace,

stunned, grappling with

a vulnerable figure, clutching him tightly as she unleashed

her voice quaking with rage. "Lewis, this jerk assaulted me! I want him

directed a cold, piercing glare at Robin, his eyes gleaming with a menacing

tension, causing spectators to

frail-looking middle-aged man with a medium

thinning hair and deep-set eyes gave him a rat-like appearance, while his

ominous energy radiated from him, hinting at a dangerous nature that belied

Brighton, the name Lewis was synonymous

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

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

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

think you can lay

amusement flickering in his eyes. "Is Brighton's Lynches really that intimidating? The ones I've met seem more like a gang

kept a low profile for years, and now you think

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

ground with tremendous force, producing a deafening crack as the 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 as they regarded

the Lynches' second steward in

so

by his previous safety behind Lewis,

dare you to show us what

to me today, I

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

to the ground