Chapter 31

As the dust settled, everyone could see Frank standing there.

Leo narrowed his eyes at him. “Who are you?”

Frank did not respond.

Instead, he turned to look at Helen on the floor, asking coolly, “You’re the one who hurt her?”

On the other hand, Robin’s eyes bulged when he saw that it was Frank and promptly pointed at Frank as he barked, “Dad! That’s him! He’s the bastard who did this to me! Don’t let him escape!”

Leo took a deep breath, his eyes glaring murder. “Amazing. You come knocking on my door, sparing me the effort of looking for you.”

On the other hand, Frank’s eyes were red, his knuckles clenching as he growled slowly and clearly, ” I’m asking a question.”

“Hmph.” Leo snorted. “So what if I did?”

bellowed and shot toward Leo like

eyes widened in disbelief–that

so many years–he whipped out the machete from behind his desk, slashing it through the

blade to move inches

in the wrist.

heartrending pain striking him as his bones

fell right into Frank’s

was a cool

hurting… until he saw his own arm in the

own eyes.

arm gone and blood shooting out

the stump that was his hand. Glowering savagely at Frank as a vein bulged over his neck,

office, but Frank fearlessly swung the machete with the grace

was bathed in blood

against his desk, felt his rage vaporizing as he watched his goons fall

crept down his spine as he mumbled, “W–Who is he?!”

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