The Deadly Assassin Robin
Chapter 182

Chapter 182 Sarah Borrowed from a Loan Shark

As Vera's machete approached Quincy's neck, Robin swiftly grasped her wrist.

If the machete had gone one step further, Quincy would have been either dead or injured.

Quincy was so scared that she wet herself.

A strong stench filled the conference room in an instant.

Vera fought against Robin, desperate to break free. "Let me go! I need to kill this heartless woman and avenge my brother and sister-in-law!"

Robin held tightly to Vera's wrist, pulling her back. "Vera, this garbage isn't worth your time. Leave it to Shawn and the others."

Vera, still seething with anger, yearned to slice the wicked woman before her.

Gently, Robin removed the machete from Vera's grip. "You have more pressing matters to attend to. Haven't you always suspected that your mother's death is tied to the Lynches?" Vera fell quiet.

Turning to Quincy, she pointed and exclaimed, "You heartless woman, you deserve to die!

"Harvey Silva."

Vera looked up at Harvey. "My mother sacrificed all her wealth and comfort to follow you and help build Silva Group, and you betrayed her by colluding with Quincy!

"Harvey, do you really think you deserve my mother? You're nothing but trash!

"My mother must have been blind to choose someone as heartless as you!"

Harvey collapsed to the ground, his eyes blank as he mumbled to himself, and no one could understand what he was saying.

The conference room fell into a heavy silence.

Shawn surveyed everyone in the conference room. "You are all shareholders of Silva Group, and from today on, Ms. Silva will have full authority to manage it.

"I want to remind you that Ms. Silva will be leading Silva Group, and Abyssal Dominion is her backing!

"Anyone who tries to sabotage Ms. Silva, regardless of who they are, their family will face ruin. Do I make myself clear?"

A chill ran through everyone in the conference room.

Shawn glanced at a few of the shareholders. "Let me make it clear. Anyone who undermines Ms. Silva's interests and reputation within the company will face consequences as severe as what Franklin had experienced!" Several shareholders immediately rose and approached Vera, saying "Ms. Silva, we've been eagerly awaiting the day you take charge of Silva Group.

"Under your leadership, Silva Group will surely thrive again."

Vera was taken aback, still trying to adjust to the unexpected scene unfolding before her.

She nodded numbly and pulled Robin toward the exit of the conference room.

The shareholders' meeting of Silva Group came to an unexpected conclusion.

None of the shareholders had anticipated such an outcome.

In the end, Harvey and Quincy failed to hold onto their wealth.

Their fate served as a reminder that those who thrive on deceit will eventually pay the price.

Betrayal, deception, and murder-stolen gains are never meant to last.

Years later, the Silva Group founded by Sharon returned to the hands of her daughter, Vera.

After the meeting, many within the Silva Group began to discuss the matters quietly.

Opinions varied widely.

The veterans who had witnessed these developments knew one thing for certain: Silva Group was on the verge of rising!

With Abyssal Dominion as their backing, it wouldn't be long before Silva Group became one of the leading families in Harmonfield.

For them, it didn't matter who held the power within the Silvas.

What truly mattered was that Silva Group could regain its former glory, and they would be satisfied as long as they could profit from it.

Once outside the Silva Group building, Vera felt quite unsettled.

She pulled Robin along to a nearby bar.

Although Robin preferred to avoid noisy places like bars, seeing Vera's low spirits, she reluctantly accompanied her to a modest establishment called Red Bar, located across from the Silvas building. Once inside the bar, Vera ordered an assortment of drinks-red wine, white wine, and others.

Robin didn't stop her.

In times like these, a night of heavy drinking could make everything feel better by morning.

As Vera reached a tipsy state, a sudden commotion erupted outside their private room. "Let me go! You b*stards!"

With a loud bang, a disheveled woman stumbled through the door, swaying unsteadily before crashing to the floor right in front of them.

Soon after, several men in suits and ties appeared in front of the private room.

They dressed like professionals, but behaved like sc*mbags.

They quickly rushed into the private room, grabbed the woman and dragged her out.

The woman's hair was disheveled and her face could not be seen clearly for a moment.

Overall, she had a good figure and was quite a beauty.

But her clothes were torn and soaked, like she had consumed quite a bit of alcohol.

The woman gasped for breath, her intoxicated gaze unfocused.

"B*tch, do you think you can run after racking up a debt with TrustGen Loans? Are you asking for death?!"

A burly man in a suit seized her by the hair and dragged her toward the exit.

She cried out in pain, her beautiful face twisted in despair and anguish.

Vera, her gaze hazy from the alcohol, suddenly shot up and yelled, "Sarah, is that you?"

"You borrowed money from TrustGen Loans and can't pay it back? Then it's time to settle the debt with your body!

"D*mn it, you think you can just drink a couple of drinks and run away? You're asking for death! Take her back. Our photographer is still waiting!"

The suited man slapped Sarah twice, leaving her dazed.

Hearing Vera's shout, Sarah recognized both her and Robin standing nearby.

Her eyes lit up. "Vera, help me! Please save me! They're forcing me to take those photos."

The man kicked Sarah. "Shut your mouth, you crazy b*tch!"

The group of men dragged her toward the private room's exit.

"Vera! Help me!" Sarah cried out, desperately clutching the doorframe of the private room.

One of the men glanced at Robin and Vera, pointing a finger at them. "You didn't see anything, and you didn't hear anything, understand? If you say a word, I'll make you regret it!"

The man stepped on Sarah's hand, dragging her toward the exit.

Vera chased after them, shouting, "Stop right there!"

The man halted and pointed a finger at Vera, his voice harsh. "Mind your own business! If you keep this up, we'll take you too!"

Robin casually swirled the red wine in his glass and said, "Let that woman go!"

The group of men immediately stopped and turned their attention to Robin.

The leader of the group let out a cold laugh. "Are you asking for death?"

Robin gave a half-smile and pointed at Sarah. "Leave her and get lost!"

He didn't have a good impression of Sarah, Vera's friend.

They only met once, briefly, at a bar in Harmont.

He didn't want to get involved, but Vera started the trouble by speaking out, so he had no choice but to do so.

"You want me to leave this girl behind? Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?" The burly man glared at Robin, a menacing grin spreading across his face as he prepared to strike. "Do you have any idea who we are to be shouting at us?

"She borrowed money from us through TrustGen Loans, and according to the contract, she has to pay it back! Mind your own business!"

Vera stepped forward, feeling a bit unsteady. "If Sarah owes you money, then she should pay it back. But if she can't, you can take her to court!

"What are you trying to do? Act like the mafia?

"A bunch of sc*mbags! Are you even human, ganging up on a woman like that?!

"Using these tactics for collections proves that TrustGen Loans is just a loan shark operation!"

The man laughed, exchanging smirks with his companions. "Hahaha. Repaying debts is only fair. You should mind your own business!"

"You pack of animals!" Vera swayed unsteadily and threw the bottle at the men.

One of them abruptly silenced his laughter and pointed at her and Robin. "You'd better focus on your drinks, or you won't know how you died!

"Do you even know who the big boss behind TrustGen Loans is? You really think you can stick your nose in this?"

Robin smirked with interest. "Enough with the talk! Just let her go!"

The man shot Robin a disdainful look. "Oh, so you want to get involved, huh?"

Then, he kicked the table in front of Robin, sending several bottles of pricey red wine tumbling to the floor.

Robin surveyed the spilled wine on the floor and shook his head.

"You can always replace a few trashy people no matter where you go."

He pulled out a wet wipe to clean his hands, stepping forward with a sly grin. "Not only do you need to let her go, but you also owe me 100 million!"

The men paused in shock before bursting into laughter. "You want me to pay you 100 million? Are you out of your mind? Hahaha."

Before the man could make a move, another group arrived at the door of the private room.

Over 20 bodyguards in black surrounded a pale, feminine man as if he were the center of attention.

By his side were several provocatively dressed women, their movements flirtatious and enticing.

The man seemed dazed, while the women exuded a bold allure.

Robin studied him closely, sensing the eerie and sinister vibe.

Could he be connected to the Poison King Sect?

Is the power behind TrustGen Loans tied to the Poison King Sect?

The man was Harry Brown, the cousin of Leo Brown, the heir of the Poison King Sect.

It seems that the Poison King Sect is filled with sc*undrels.

What were these ruffians after in Harmonfield?

Robin observed Harry closely, noticing his pale face and frail condition-clear signs of excessive sexual activities and weak vital energy.

Harry stepped down hard on the back of the suited man, fuming. "Leopard, what the hell is taking you so long to get that woman and take photos? With your efficiency, what's the point of keeping you around?"

The suited man lowered his head. His voice trembling as he replied, "I apologize, Mr. Harry! We've encountered a small problem. He's demanding that I let Sarah go and pay him 100 million!"

He pointed at Robin as he spoke.

Harry looked up at Robin, sneering, "Who do you think you are, demanding 100 million in compensation from my people? Who are you?

"Do you even know your place in front of Poison King Sect?"

"With someone like you, I could kill a dozen in a single day!"

To Harry, Robin was nothing more than a fool trying to play the hero and rescue a damsel in distress, entirely unworthy of his attention.

With Leo out of the picture, Harry had become a prominent figure within the Poison King Sect.

His entourage both men and women-fawned over him, their gazes toward Robin filled with disdain and mockery.

"Ha! You, with your reckless bravado, think you can challenge Mr. Harry? Apologize to Mr. Harry right now!"