The Deadly Assassin Robin novel 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!