The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 174

The Deadly Assassin Robin
Chapter 174 Why Would You Resort to a Loan Shark?
Shirley raced out of the kitchen, her feet barely making contact with the floor as she sprinted through the hallway and bounded up the stairs to her room.

She grabbed an eyebrow razor before darting back to the kitchen.

Robin watched her flit past, her figure reminiscent of a wisp of smoke, leaving him momentarily stunned. "This meal is becoming quite the event!"

In the kitchen, Shirley clutched the razor while Amber assisted her in shaving the feathers from a large rooster, transforming it into a spotless bird.

"Amber, don't forget to remove everything from inside the chicken as well," Shirley reminded her.

Amber glanced at the featherless bird, her expression turning a bit glum. "Ms. Dunn, I thought you invited me over for dinner.

"It seems you've lured me here just to help you butcher fish and chickens! Had I known, I wouldn't have come!"

Shirley chuckled, a hint of frustration coloring her voice. "Amber, it's all about efficiency! I promise you'll have a day off tomorrow.

"Come on, let's get this over with! It's not that difficult. Just a simple task!"

She thrust a knife into Amber's hands. "You can handle the innards. Let's tackle this together!"

"Ugh, fine." Amber sighed, reluctantly accepting the knife and getting started.

After some effort, she finally emptied the chicken's insides, wiping her forehead in relief. "I've picked up a lot of skills today! Ms. Dunn, why didn't you have someone prep this before buying it?"

Shirley nodded, a smile breaking through. "Next time I host, I'll ensure everything is ready beforehand. Now, let's get that cleaned chicken into the pot to simmer!"

Amber poured a generous amount of oil into the pot, followed by the last remnants of salt from the bag, letting out a long sigh of satisfaction.

As they watched the chicken and fish bubbling on the stove, Shirley and Amber exchanged knowing grins.

"We did it! Amber, why don't you wash up while I set the table? Dinner will be ready soon!"

Amber surveyed the disheveled kitchen and began tidying up. "Ms. Dunn, let's clean this place first before we wash ourselves. This cooking has really taken it out of me! Next time, let's just eat out."

Shirley agreed. "You're right, but cooking can be enjoyable too. Amber, I genuinely appreciate your help today. Next month, I'll cook again and invite everyone over. You have to join us!"

Amber shook her head fervently. "Ms. Dunn, I'm not coming back."

Shirley couldn't help but laugh at Amber's resolute expression.

Finally, the chicken and fish were ready.

Shirley placed the dishes on the dining table and shot a proud glance at Robin. "Thanks to Amber's help, we've prepared a feast! Let's raise our glasses and toast to the success of our Southvale project!

"Robin, this fish head is all yours." Shirley placed the large fish head into Robin's bowl.

"And Amber, this chicken leg is for you. You've worked hard today."

Robin eyed the fish head, his face contorting in distaste.

He took a cautious bite and immediately regretted it, instinctively wanting to spit it out.

But as he caught Shirley's hopeful expression, he hesitated, swallowed, and forced a smile.

"Is this fish fresh from the sea?"

"What, did we capture the true essence of seafood?" Shirley asked eagerly.

Robin nodded. "I can't say if it tastes like seafood, but the flavor is quite strong."

Shirley took a bite of fish, only to spit it out right away.

"It's way too salty! How did it end up like this?" Shirley grimaced, turning to Amber.

At that moment, Amber was taking a bite of her chicken leg.

"Pfft!"

She immediately spat it out. "Ms. Dunn, I think we put too much salt!"

The two exchanged glances, their earlier excitement evaporating in an instant, looking like deflated balloons.

Robin shrugged, tossing the remains of their meal into the trash. "How about we just order takeout?"

"Sorry about this," Shirley said, her smile apologetic. "The time spent on the chicken really set us back. I ... I didn't practice this part enough ... "

Twenty minutes later, three boxes of takeout arrived at the villa.

Shirley and Amber, too embarrassed to feel shy, dug into their food hungrily.

...

After the meal, Amber decided to stay at the villa while Robin drove back to Graceview Apartments.

As he pulled up to the entrance of the complex, it was already past 11:00 PM.

Just before entering, Robin noticed a group of rough-looking men surrounding Rosalie, pulling at her.

He parked the car to the side, observing the scene from a distance.

Rosalie was arguing with the men.

As he watched them laugh and touch her inappropriately, Robin stepped out of the car.

The men pushed Rosalie against a wall, and her loud protests quickly turned to tears.

As Robin approached, he could overhear fragments of a heated discussion among a group of rough-looking men, which seemed to center around unpaid debts.

Sizing them up, he quickly suspected they were involved in loan sharking.

What has recently drawn Rosalie into the orbit of such unsavory characters?