The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235 Shadows of the Past
Robin and Vera pushed their way into the crowd gathered around.

The onlookers were all coworkers from the company, and they were murmuring to each other while watching Rosalie and the man harassing her.

"Apparently, that man's Rosalie's father, a real lowlife.

"I heard her saying earlier that he ran off years ago, leaving her, her mom, and her little brother to fend for themselves. Took up with a widow and never looked back, not even when her mom fell sick.

"And now he shows up, doesn't even visit her mom in the hospital. Instead, he's here, pocketing a betrothal gift of 10,000 dollars and trying to force her into marriage with some guy in his forties, who, by the way, has a limp."

"What kind of father does that? He's worse than sc*m!"

"There are all kinds of folks in this world, but a guy like that? He's not even human!"

"It's such a shame. Rosalie's a star student from a top school, young and beautiful. To be married off to someone like that would be a tragedy."

Robin listened to the conversations, then looked through the crowd, spotting Rosalie being harassed by the man in his forties. In broad daylight, and he's that bold?

Seeing that Rosalie wouldn't budge, the man reached out and grabbed her by the hair.

"Your dad sold you to me! You're my woman now! I'm taking you back to give me kids! You refuse to come, and I'll beat you!"

He raised a thick hand and swung it down at Rosalie as he yelled.

Robin quickly grabbed the man's wrist before he could land the blow.

The man winced, releasing Rosalie's hair. "Who ... who are you? Let go of me!"

Ignoring him, Robin turned to the battered and tear-streaked Rosalie. "What's going on here?"

Rosalie looked at Robin, too ashamed to meet his gaze, and whispered, "Robin ... sorry you had to see this."

"Just get to the point!" Robin barked.

"She's my woman," the man spat out angrily, trying to shake Robin off.

Robin tightened his grip, making the man drop to his knees in pain, unable to speak.

"All right, nobody's going to touch you now. Start talking! What's going on?"

Shaken by Robin's icy tone, Rosalie pointed at an older man standing off to the side. "That's my father."

Following her gaze, Robin saw a man around fifty lingering at a distance.

"Robin, when my brother and I were little, he abandoned the three of us and left my mom to run off with some widow from the neighboring village.

"He's been gone for over a decade. Not a dime to support us in all that time.

"Now, the widow's son is getting married but lacks money for the betrothal gift. So, he came back and sold me to a man with a disability in his leg, taking 10,000 dollars as a betrothal gift from him."

Just then, a few security guards from Eastvale Development Group arrived.

One of them, spotting Robin, quickly stepped forward, gesturing at the 40-something-year-old man.

"Mr. Ramsey, that man who claims to be Rosalie's father, has already caused a scene at our company several times, and Rosalie has been avoiding him. I heard he even went to the hospital a few times to make a scene in her mother's room, but the hospital eventually threw him out.

"He's been camped out at the company entrance every day this past week."

Rosalie nodded. "The security guard is right, Robin.

"This man's no father of mine! Every time he comes back, it's only to bully money out of my mom.

"She's barely kept us afloat, and almost everything she earned, he's wrung out of her!

"When Mom got sick this time, I tried calling him, hoping he'd help us with some money. He didn't just refuse but cursed me out, saying she should hurry up and die. He ... he's a ... "

"A brute," Robin growled, striding toward Rosalie's father, Neil Grant.

Seeing this, Rosalie rushed to follow him. "Robin, he ... he's tricky to deal with. He's a total scoundrel."

Robin glanced at Neil and gave a faint, icy smile. "I specialize in dealing with scoundrels."

When he reached Neil, he asked, "Are you Rosalie's father?"

Neil sized Robin up. "Yeah, I am, and you are ... "

Robin ignored him, nodding toward the scruffy man. "You sold her to him?"

Neil bristled. "Sold? What a word! I found my girl a respectable husband!"

Just then, Shawn, flanked by a dozen others, muscled his way through the crowd.

"What's going on, Mr. Ramsey?" Shawn looked from Neil to Rosalie, puzzled.

"This old piece of trash took 10,000 dollars in betrothal gift to sell off his daughter," Robin said, pointing at Neil. "Shawn, what would you do with a scoundrel like that?"

Shawn blinked, then answered without hesitation, "Mr. Ramsey, if it were me, I'd be even nastier than he is!"

Robin nodded. "Good! This scoundrel's all yours. Just don't kill him, but do as you please."

"Yes, Mr. Ramsey!" Shawn answered with a bow, grabbing Neil by the collar, whose face twisted in shock.

Smack! A hard slap landed on Neil's weathered face.

"You! Who are you? Why are you hitting me?" Neil shouted, flailing his legs in the air.

Shawn leaned in close, smiling grimly, giving his face a pat. "Me? They call me the Devil. And if I can't straighten out a demon like you, what good am I?