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 a

eyes widened in disbelief–that was

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

allowing the sharp blade to move inches

in the wrist.

Leo screamed, heartrending pain striking him as

which fell

was a cool flash.

hand hurting… until he saw his own arm in the air,

own eyes.

down, he saw his arm gone and blood

his hand. Glowering savagely at Frank as a vein bulged over his neck, he bellowed,

into his office, but Frank fearlessly swung the machete with the grace of a

no time at all, the office was bathed in blood as countless

against his desk, felt his rage vaporizing as

down his spine as he mumbled, “W–Who is

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